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SACRED TOEMS, 



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^iRORGE F. VORTHINGTON, A. M. 



(FIRST RECTOR OF ST. TIMOTHY'S CHURCH ANB 
HALL NEAR BALTIMORE, MD. 



THIRD EDITION. 



WITH ADDITIONS AND CORRKCTIONS. 



BALTIMORE: 

PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR, 

1868. ^- 



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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868. 

by Geo. F. Worthington, in the Clerk's Office 

of the District Court of Maryland. 



CONTENTS. 



Preface ... 5 

.Oi'yyting 7 

To my Mother 8 

The Way to Heaven 11 

it Cometh from Above 12 

Abide with CJs 10 

A Walk iu the Street, and What I Saw 17 

Longing for Rest 21 

Without God 23 

The Blind Beggar 27 

Thou IMd'st Turn Thy Face from me, and 

I was Troubled 29 

Blessed are They that Mourn 32 

Blessed are the Pur*^ in Heart 33 

The First Martyr 34 

Broken-hearted 36 

''You First, Sir," or the Unselfish Hero.... 39 

Looking for her Husband 43 

Get a Home, and Keep it , 47 



Devotion 5(^ 

Philadelphia. 51 

To a Young Lady Whom I Baptized in 

Infancy 52x 

Father and Son in the House of God 54 

To a Woman Gazing on a Cross £& 

Trust 5^. 

I Love Every-body 60 

The Lady and the Umbrella 64 

At Morn , 66 

Thou art Going from Us, Fatlie 67 

Faith, Hope and Charity 70 

Kindness to God's Creatures 71 

The Rich Man's Lament 72 

The Poor Man's Consolation......... 77 

The Crown of Glory 79- 

She may Live 80 

A Blessing at Meals 81 

Mourning for his Mother 82 

I Go to my Father, and Ye See no More... 85. 

No Night There 87 

Mary at the Sepulchre ,.. 91 

Thine is the Kingdom 92 

Bride and Widow, or Smiles and Tears 93 

A Widowed Mother at the deathbed of her 

o^nly Sou 96 



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The empty Cradle 97 

The Grumbler 98 

I Would not Live Alway 101 

To a G-uardian Angel 103 

A Mother's ifiddress to the same 104 

Set your Affection on Things Above 105 

Somebody's Child 107 

To a young Lady in Sorrow 109 

To an Angel of Peace Ill 

To the same 113 

Lines sent with the above Picture 115 

A Prayer 117 

The Master is Gome, and Calleth for Thee. 118 

To a young Lady in a Flower Garden 120 

To a 3^oung Widowed Mother ..121 

My Lovers and Friends Hast Thou put 

away from me 122 

The Bereaved Mother 124 

She is not Dead, but Sleepeth 125 

I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life 126 

Ring the Bell softly . ...127 

PART SECOND. 

FOR CHILDREN. 

Looking unto Jesus 128 

To my little Daughter 130 

To my little Son 131 



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To a little (jrirl on (ioing lu Daily Fra3'«er...l33 
To a little Girl on Receiving her first Pre- • 

vaimii 135 

To a little ^Hil muuh Pleased with a Toy... 136 
To a litth' <Hrl Sorrowing over a broken 

Tov 137 

To an Infant Sweetly Sleeping 138 

Bless Papa and Mamma 139 

'J'o an Orphan Kneeling at its Mother's 

Grrave 140 

The Orphan's Dream ..141 

Brother and Sister 142 

The little Pilgrim 143 

To two Friendless little Girls .144 

To a poor little Girl Crying in the Street... 145 

The Child's Morning Prayer 149 

The Child's Evening Prayer 150 

To the Sexton's Daughter 151 

The Little Girl that Cried to go to Church 153 
Tlio Little Girl that " Went about Doing 

'Jood" 157 

'" 1 Don't Like to do it," or the Little Girl 

that Loved her own Way 161 

The^ Devout Sailor Boy : 165 

To ni}' little Son when going away to School 168 
Good-Bve 170 



F K E F A C E . 



This volume is coiuposed of .seltctioiis from 
the several others of variouei sizes, which have 
already been published by the author, and of 
many new poems which have not appeared be- 
fore, except in leaflets and newspapers. 

In bringing out another and much larger 
volume, he would do violence to his feelings 
if he should fail lo offer to his brethren in the 
Ministry and to numerous other friends and 
patrons throughout the country, his hearty 
thanks for the favor with which they have re- 
garded his very imperfect and unpretending 
productions, and for the partiality and kindoess 
which have enabled him to publish in about 
three years seven editions of his writings in 
volumes, besides many thousands of poems in 
leaflets and other forms. If any good has been 
done by these little publications, and he has 
received many very gratifying assurances that 



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sneli is the case, to them far more than to the 
author is the credit due ; and especially would 
he render devout thanks and praise to that 
great and gracious Being, Who has mercifully 
vouchsafed to His unworthy servant, in these 
latter years of infirmity and sorrow, the desire 
and ability to do even a very little for the 
glory of His Name, and the gratification and 
benefit of his fellow-men. 



GREETING. 



Dear Reader, should this Book suggest 

A few good thoughts to thee, 
Abundant pleasure and reward 

Would it afford to me : 
But God be prais'd, Who gives the power, 

And also gives the will ; 

may He both of us inspire 
To love and serve Him still. 

1 do not know that, in this world, 
We e'er shall have a meeting, 

But, being both redeem'd by Christ, 

I offer kindly greeting : 
O may the Precious One above 

So bless us with His grace. 
That we may surely meet in Heaven, 

And see Him face to face, 
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TO MY MOTHER. 



" I went heavily as one that mourneth for his mother." 
Fsalni 35, 14. 



mother dear, I remember so well 

The year, and the month, and the day, 
When it pleased our Father who dwelleth 
on high 
To send down and take thee away. 

Thy love was so warm, so tender thy care. 
Thy spirit so sweet, pure and true, 

'J'hat I never can think of earth's lovely things 
And not have thee brought to my view. 

My years were so few, my health was so frail 
My heart had so leaned on thy love, 

That I hardly could think it was kind in God 
E'en to take and keep thee above. 

As I walked from the house on that dark day 
With the friend that led me away, 

1 thought of the loved one then gone to her 

rest, 
And my h^art was filled with dismay. 



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Though my father was left, most kind and 
true, 

And sisters, and brothers, and friends, 
Could I find in all these, and others combined 

For loss of dear mother amends ? 

I thought not so then, in life's early spring-, 
When youth's brightest flowers were in 
bloom : 
What must 1 have thought, had I looked far 
ahead, 
And seen life's dark trials and gloom ? 

mother dear, had'st thou been at my side, 
As I've toiled, grieved and struggled along 

My work had been lighter, my heart far less 
sad, 
My faith much more steiidy and strong. 

Had'st thou been near in the days of my 
youth, 
As I trod its most dangerous way : 
Had I heard thy sweet voice, aud seen thy 
sweet smile, 
As the tempter would lead me astray. 



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Had'st thou followed me on to manhood's 
prime, 

And seen my fierce struggle with sin, 
How sickness and sorrow, bereavment and loss 

Beset me wthout and within : 

In all of these trials, I know full well, 
I could e'er have looked to thy love. 

To guide and to counsel, to soothe and to point 
To the saints' sweet home far above. 

But, mother, it had not been proper or kind 
To have wished thee here a long stay ; 

How should I rejoice that it pleased God so 
soon 
To call thy loved spirit away. 

My life in this world is longer than thine, 
Much greater my sorrow and pa'in, 

But may I not hope that the end will soon 
come, 
And I'll meet my dear mother again. 

In that sweet world above, where friends do 
not part. 
Where death fond hearts does not sever, 
Where parents and children together may 
dwell, 
And Hve oti, and love on, forever. 



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THE WAY TO HEAVEN. 

The way to Heaven, O glorious way 
Leading from darkness unto day — 

From all the poor things here below, 
From sin and sickness, want and woe. 

To light and gladness up on high, 
All lovely things beyond the sky, 

To God's sweet presence, brightest joy 
Beyond degree, without alloy. 

Lord give me grace to walk this way, 
let my footsteps never stray ; 

By day and night be at my side 
To strengthen, comfort, guard and guide. 

And when I reach the gate of death, 
Sustain and cheer my fainting breath, 

And raise me up, good Lord, I pray, 
To dwell w^th Thee in endless day. 



"IT COMETH FROM ABOVE." 

On reading of a little beggar boy who used often to 
repeat these words in times of sorrow, as well as of joy. 

" It Cometh from above" — 
All " Cometh from above ;" 

How shall we ever fitly thank 
The God of boundless love ? 

"It cometh from above" — 
Each blessing from on high ; 

O let us raise our souls to Him 
AVho dwelleth in the sky. 

" It cometh from above" — 
The sun's rich glowing light ; 

And all the sweet, but paler, beams 
Of moon and stars at niglit. 

" It cometh from above" — 
Each herb and pretty flower ; 

The dewdrop on the morning gras§. 
And each refreshing shower. 

" It cometh from above" — 
Each fish that swims the sea ; 

Each little insect, and the bird 
That carols on the tree* 



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" It Cometh from above" — 

Whate'er we eat or drink ; 
The clothes we wear, the air we breathe 
The power to love and think. 

*'lt cometh from above" — 
Each loving word and deed ; 

\Vhatever others kindly do 
To help us in our need. 

" It cometh from above" — 
Each good and seeming ill ; 

Whether our hearts o'erflow with joy, 
Our cups with sorrow fill. 

"It cometh from above" — 

To help us to the sky ; 
If not a ray of light we see, 

And tear-drops fill our eye. 

" It cometh from above" — 

My Father bears the rod ; 
I meekly bend and kiss Thy hand, 

My Sayiour and my God. 



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" It cometh from above" — 

Our every wish to pray ; 
The eye that sees, the ear that hears 

The good we do or say. 

" It cometh from above" — 
God's sweet renewing grace, 

To carry iis from earth to Heaven, 
That we may see His face. 

" It cometh from above"' — 
God's precious Son came down 

To show us how to bear the cross. 
And then to wear the crown. 

" It cometh from above" — 
All from our Father's store ; 

let us strive to rise and dwell 
With Him for evermore. 



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ABIDE WITH US. 

ST. LUKE 24-29. 

Abide with us, O blessed Lord, 
Life's journey just begun ; 

Abide with us through all our course, 
Until life's race is run. 

Abide with us in sin and pain, 

In loss and want and woe ; 
Abide with us through all the ills 

That crowd our path below. 

Abide with us amidst the joys 
Of health, content and love ; 

Abide with us, and show the way 
To brighter bliss above. 

Abide with us when death shall come, 
Nor leave us in the grave ; 

Abide with us, and raise us up, 
O Thou, who cam'st to save. 

Abide with us, as age on age 

Eternally shall roll ; 
Abide with us, precious feast 

And portion of the soul. 



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Abide with us, our Shepherd, Guide, 
Our Father, King and Lord ; 

Our only stay, our only hope, 
Our comfort and reward. 



It 

A WALK IN THE STREET. 

AND WHAT I SAW. 

" The poor ye have always with you, aud whensoever 
ye will ye may do them good." 

" Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of 
these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." 

I went along the street one day, 

0, how my heart did ache, 
So many forms of woe I met — 

Hearts almost fit to break. 

First came poor Afric's sorrowiuof son ; 

His face was black as night, 
And on his soul there seemed to shine 

No ray of heavenly light. 

He showed me his once strong right hand. 

Drawn up and stiflf with pain, 
Declaring that he could not work, 

And never might again. 

He asked not alms, nor for himself, 

But some light job or other, 
By which a few cents he might earn, 

For dear old dying mother. 



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Another one, old, bent and lame, 
With horse and saw came by ; 

I thought he surely could not work, 
But merely meant to try. 

But when I asked how he could work, 
He smilmg, said, " E,ii»ht well, 

Master, I saw a piece or two, 
And then I rest a spell." 

A little boy stood in the street, 

Bewildered and distrest ; 
The tears were streaming down his cheeks 

And falling on his breast. 

He said that he had wandered far. 
And could not find his home — 

That he was hungry, wet and cold, 
And soon dark night would come. 

Ah me ! how many of Christ's lambs, 

Have gone far, far astray. 
And now can hardly find the road, 

That leads to endless day. 



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A little girl, in rags and dirt, 

Was left alone to roam ; 
She seemed to harve no mother dear, 

No father, nor a home. 

I met a man who'd lost his sight, 

Led by a boy not kind ; 
And then there came, more dreadful still, 

One who had lost his mind. 

I saw a man without a foot. 

And one without a hand ; 
Some seemed as if they could not walk, 

And some could hardly stand. 

And then a poor old woman came, 
Pale, worn, and sore distrest ; 

Oh, how I longed to comfort her, 
And give her peace and rest. 

They tell me not to notice those 

Wlio suflfer in the street — 
To close my eyes and stop my ears, 

To all the poor I meet. 



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But rather would I cease to hear, 
And lose these useless eyes, 

I'hari pass poor, helpless sufferers by, 
Regardless of their cries. 

I wish I had a rich man's purse 
Along the street to spend ; 

How many to their dark, sad haunts 
With light and joy I'd send. 

And if I cannot money give, 
AVith words and looks of love 

I'll try to cheer and help them on 
To homes and joys above. 

I'll tell them of our Saviour's love, 
How He did bless the poor, 

And how they soon may go to dwell 
With Him forevermore. 

My own poor eyes are getting dim. 
And weak my voice and feet. 

But oh ! while life and power are left, 
I'll help the poor I meet. 



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LONGING FOR REST. 



"And I Baid, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for thea 
would 1 flee away, and be at rest."— Ps. 55-6. 



At rest from sin and sorrow, 
From pain and sickness free, 
At rest from all life's cares and griefs. 
How happy should I be ! 

From " the stormy wind" of passion, 
From temptation's surging wave ; 
At rest with all the blessed saints 
That slumber in the grave ! 

With Apostles, Prophets, Martyrs, 
At rest with all of these, 
0, after this world's storms and woes, 
What precious, luscious ease ! 

To finish earth's dull pilgrimage, 
To pass through death's dread gloom, 
To Paradise, where brightest flowers 
Shed gladness and perfume ! 



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With Cherubim and Seraphim, 
At rest with Jesus too ! 
With all sad sights of earth shut out, 
And God and Heaven in view ! 

Oh ! what a glorious rest were that ! 
Who would not weep and pray 
That God would please to hasten on 
That long, sweet Sabbath-Day ? 

Dear little dove, on wing's like thine 
The Spirit used to come ; 
And may we not be wafted thus 
To our sweet, heavenly home ? 

If not for me a dove's swift wings. 
Sweet Angel, lend me thine ; 
I know that thou would'st help me flee 
From cares and griefs like mine. 



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WITHOUT GOD. 

Without Thee, without Thee, 
Great Source of Light and Love ; 

Without Thee, whom all good men praise, 
And Angel hosts above. 

O without Thee in this world, 
Where all were dark and drear, 

Had not Thy blessed Son come down 
To bring salvation near. 

Without Thee when temptations 

And sorrows rage and roar. 
Where should I flee from these dread storms. 

If Thou should'st shut the door ? 

Without Thee in life's morning, 

Or 'mid its noonday woes, 
Or when its sun, obscured by sin. 

Is sinking to its close. 

Without Thee, O most Mighty ! 

How could I live a day ? 
Why should I draw another breath 

If not to praise and pray ? 
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Wide sea without a harbor, 
Rough road without an end, 

A storm that never could be still, 
All foes and not a friend ! 

High hill rising up and up, 

A bottomless abyss, 
A desert where fierce beasts devour. 

And deadly serpents hiss ! 

Bright beauties shining round me 

Without an eye to see ; 
'Mid music sweet as seraphs sing, 

No melody to me ! 

Fatherless and sickly child, 
Babe without dear mother. 

Without a home or sister's love, 
And yet not a brother ! 

Sickness without hope of cure.. 

Overwhelming sadness, 
A starless night without a morn, 

Not one gleam of gladness ! 



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Without Thee, my Saviour 1 
With none to help or save, 

How could I bear this load of life, 
Or rest within the grave ? 

And then, without, without Thee 
Beyond the dismal tomb, 

Cast out and driven from Thy face 
To deep and endless gloom ! 

Without Thee at the Judgment, 
When all before Thee stand, 

With none to speak a word of love, 
Or hold my trembling hand ! 

Without Thee, without Thee, 
As age on age shall roll. 

With no one near to wipe my eyes, 
Or soothe my aching soul I 

Without Thee, and with Devils, 
With countless myriads lost, 

On shoreless, quenchless sea of fire, 
Forever, ever tost. 



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Without Thee, O no, ivith Thee ! 

Let father, mother go ; 
Let brothers, sisters, all forsake, 

Each friend become a foe. 

Let all things good and lovely 

Go far away from me ; 
I need not weep, I cannot want, 

If I have only Thee. 

From earth's most bitter sorrow 

I ask not to be free ; 
Nor without sickness, pain and death, 

But, Oh ! not without Thee ! 



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THE BLIND BEGGAR. 



I am poor and blind, 

But what if I am ? 
Ib there no worse evil than this ? 

I may be right poor, 
And nerer see more, 

And yet may rim over with bliss. 

If I am not rich, 

My Saviour was poor, 
how wretchedly poor was He ; 

It's surely euough 
For poor servant here 

Like his Master and Lord to be. 



If I cannot see. 

There's enough on earth 
That never should come to my eyes 

I'll wait a little, 
And then, how bright ! 
There's plenty of light in the skies. 



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A very poor man 

Enthroned in glory, 
Is beckoning to me from above ; 

If He'd but say so, 
Like a dove I'd go, 

And fly to the arms of His love. 

AVith my eyes so dim 

I can still see Him, 
E'en while I am waiting below ; 

Should I reach the skies, 
How these poor dark eyes 

With glory's sweet radiance would glowl 



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THOU DIDST TURN THY FACE FROM ME, 
AND I WAS TROUBLED. Ps. 30, 7. 

Let the sun cease to shine, 
And all dark be the day, 
But, O merciful God, 
Turn Thy face not away. 

Let the friend that I loved, 
And believed without guile, 
Now reproachfully glance 
And withhold the sweet smile. 

Let sister or brother, 
Or parent most dear, 
Put on a dark frown 
Whenever I'm near: 

But let not the face 
Of the Dear One above 
Be clothed with aught else 
But unspeakable love. 

When my soul is pressed down 
With the burthen of sin, 
When the world is all dark 
And there's darkness within; 



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When I'm troubled with doubts 
And startled with fears, 
"When my eye-lids are wet 
With deep penitent tears; 

When I raise up my hands, 
And seek Thy sweet face, 
To beg for Thy mercy 
And sue for Thy grace; 

Oh ! where should I go. 

Oh I what should I do, 

If the face of my God 

Should be turned from my view 

When life has passed by, 
And I come to the grave. 
With none there to pity, 
And no one to save, 

Oh ! what would I give 

For a drop cf Thy grace ? 

Oh! may I not have 

One sweet smile from Thy face ? 



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And at the last day, 
When all shall appear, 
The sentence to death 
Or to glory to hear, 

Saviour most dear, 
May my portion then be 
To see Thee look down 
With compassion on me. 

Light of the world, 
Sun of my soul, 
Illmnine my path 
'Till I get to the goal. 

Should'st Thou turn away, 
Oh ! how dark it would be ; 
What could light me, O Lord. 
To glory and Thee ? 



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BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN. 

FOR THET SHALL BE COMFORTED. ST. MATTHEW, 5, 4. 

" Blessed are they that mourn," 
That mourn the loved and lost, 

Tha4; burn with fever, writhe with pain, 
In hopeless anguish tost. 

" Blessed are they that mourn," 

That mourn besetting sin. 
That struggle with the world without, 

And with dread foes within. 

" Blessed are they that mourn," 

By poverty opprest, 
AVho, like their Saviour, rove around 

And find no place of rest. 

" Blessed are they that mourn," 
They yet shall " laugh and sing ;" 

If not for them a joy on earth, 
Death will sweet comfort bring. 



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BLESSED ARE THE PURE IN HEART. 

FOR THET SHALL SEE GOD. ST. MATTHEW, 5, 8. 

Oh, " blessed are the pure in heart, 
For they shall see their God ;" 

Lord fit us for this glorious sight. 
E'en by Thy chastening rod. 

Oh make us pure in inmost soul, 
In word, desire and thought ; 

Be our whole nature to Thy Will 
Into subjection brought. 

Teach us to live while here below 

As ever in Thy sight ; 
Illumine our sin-darken'd souls, 

With Heaven's sweet, glorious light. 

And should we reach the world above 
Through Thy abounding grace, 

may we know as we are known, 
And see Thee face to face. 



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THE FIRST MARTYR. 

Saint Stephen, full of Holy Ghost, 

First Martyr of thy Lord, 
How high will be thy place in Heaven. 

How glorious thy reward ! 

For testimony of (Jed's truth 

Thy life was first laid down : 
Oh ! who of all the ransom'd host 

Will wear a brighter crown ? 

A "noble army" foUow'd thee. 

And battled for their God, 
But thine it was to follow first 

The path that Jesus trod. 

When thou didst call upon thy Lord 

Thy spirit to receive, 
Did He to dreadful shower of stones 

Thy fainting spirit leave? 

When for thy murderers thou didst pray, 
And o'er then' madness weep, 

Did not Christ hear thy loving prayer. 
Then let thee sweetly sleep? 



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Oh! most blessed was thy vision, 
When, Heaven's door open'd wide, 

Thou saw'st the glorious Son of God 
Stand at His Father's side. 

And when He sits upon the throne, 
And all before Him stand, 

Oh ! may I share thy glorious lot, 
A place at His right hand ! 



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BROKEN-HEARTED. 

[A young lady was engaged to be married to aa officer 
of the army, who was absent ou duty in the field. Prep- 
arations had been made for the marriage, and his arrival 
had been waited for long, but in vain. At length, on the 
22nd of February, 1S64, she died very suddenly, as if of 
a broken heart.] 



The most dreadful war was raging, 
Oh ! bloody was the strife ; 

Men ravened like fierce beasts of prey 
On God's sweet gift of life. 

Her father long had passed away. 

So had dear mother too ; 
Her brother in a distant land 

Had faded from her view. 

Sweet sister too, her only one, 
Had soared to realms above ; 

In all the world so desolate 
Whom had she left to love ? 

Like tender vine torn from its prop, 
Her fond heart roved around, 

And on one worthy of her love 
A resting place had found. 



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But this beloved one too had gone, 

And would he come again ? 
She asked the question, and her heart 

Grew sick with doubt and pain. 

Comrades were faUing all around, 

Might he not sink and die ? 
The very thought brought grief of soul, 

And teardrops to her eye. 

Would he but come with mangled limbs 
And soothe her crushing fears. 

Like Magdelene at Jesus' feet 
She'd bathe him with her tears. 

She waited, and she held her breath. 

And listened for his tread ; 
He came not : could this dear one too. 

Be sleeping with the dead ? 

'Twas natal day of Washington : 
The sun shone bright and warm ; 

Might not sweet peace soon take the place, 
Of war's fierce bloody storm ? 



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The shouts of triumph wildly rang 

Upon the balmy breeze ; 
They brought no comfort to her soul : 

She sought it on her knees. 

In vain for her on mast and spire 

The flags all floated high ; 
She breathed a prayer for him she loved, 

And laid her down to die ! 

Then lay her wedding garments by, 

And bear her to her rest ; 
She will not miss the joys of earth 

In mansions of the blest. 

God grant that at the marriage feast 
Of Christ and His dear Bride, 

She and her partner yet may meet, 
And stand there side by side. 



Note. — The officer arrived soon after her death, and in 
time to follow her to the grave, 



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"YOU FIRST, SIR," 

OB, THE UNSELFISH HEKO. 
CAPTAIS T0NIS A. M. CRAVEN, U.S. KAVY. 

[It is Stated that when the Monitor Tecumseh was 
about to be blown up by a torpedo in Mobile Bay, Cap- 
tain Craven then in command, and the Pilot, who were 
together at the moment of the shock, had no means of 
escape but by a ladder, and that on reaching this, this 
ga'laut officer stopped short, and said to his companion 
with a polite bow, •' You first. Sir," and thus saved the 
Pilot's life and sacrificed his own.] 

"YOU FIEST, SIR!" 

"greater love hath no MAN THAN THIS, THAT A MAN 
liAT DOWN HIS LIFE FOR HIS FRIENDS." 

" You first, sir." "What more noble words 

E'er fell from mortal's mouth ? 
Go search the records East and West, 

And through the N.orth and South. 

If Craven was thy name, good man, 

No fear was in thy heart ; 
Thou didst not dread, a life to save, 

With thine own life to part. 

If he shall have a crown on high 

"Who dieth for another, 
How sure and bright the crown for thee, 

Most unselfish brother ! 
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The ladder that thou didst not tread 
Went downward — not above : 

! mayst thou mount with lightest step, 
One leading unto love ! 

" You first, sir," go, our country needs 

Such services as thine : 
With better sons, she well may spare 

Such head and heart as mine. 

I've tried to serve my country well, 

Her's be my parting breath : 
If useless to her longer here, 

I'll honor her by death. 

For her, for thee, for those most dear, 

For friends and kindred all : 
For these I die : let no one blush, 

'Tis no ignoble fall. 

Yon glorious flag, red, white and blue. 

That be my winding sheet ; 
The foeman's flag, how sweet were death. 

If that were at my feet. 

" You first, sir," leave this sinking ship. 
Mine be this watery grave : 



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Until the awful trumpet sounds 
I'll sleep beneath the wave. 

With water I was once baptised,* 
Oh ! bright and cleansing wave ! 

Why should I dread to meet my God? 
I know who died to save. 

" You first, sir," let me save thy life, 

My Saviour died for me : 
Might I not be somewhat like Him, 

Were 1 to die for thee ? 

" You first, sir," leave me here alone, 

Here will I stand and die : 
I hope and pray, when Jesus comes, 

He'll take me up on high. 

"You first, sir," go, the time may come, 

If I'm not now so fast, 
When, if God please, for Jesus' sake, 

I may not be the last. 

'* You first, sir," may the life now saved 

Lead on to glorious rest: 
May you and I together dwell 

In mansions of the blest. 



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Farewell, good pilot : thine own bark 
Guide well through this dread strife : 

God grant thee power to gain the shore 
Of calm, sweet, endless life. ^ 

Blest Saviour, Thou didst suffer, die, 

For Adam's every son: 
May it not please Thee if I die, 

Though for this only one ? 

The ship went down, the pilot lived, 

The god-like hero died : 
God raise him up to brighter life. 

With Christ, the Ckucified ! ! ! 



* It is understood that Captain Cravpn was a deTout 
comxnunicaut of the Protestant Episcoi-al Church. 



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LOOKING FOR HER HUSBAND. 

[A man in the west joined the array during the late 
war, and went to the South, leaving a wife behind him. 
For some months she heard from him frequently, but 
at leni^th his letters cfasfd, and she supposed that ho 
was dead. Towards the close of the war, however, bho 
received a letter saying that he was alive and well, and 
would soon be at home, expecting to I'each a certain point 
on a day and in a boat which he nvmed. She started off 
to meet him. but got there only to learn that the dny be- 
fore, while coming up the Mississippi Kiver, he had 
fallen overboard and was drowned ] 

She was looking for her husband, 
And long had looked in vain : 

How gladly she would him have sought 
Through sun-shine, storm or rain ! 

She was looking for her husband; 

The dreadful war was o'er: 
Most surely he would now returo, 

And never leave her more. 

A letter sweet had been received, 

(He yet was far away,) 
To tell her he would join her soon, 

second bridal day ! 

Could he be coming, so soon ! 
Or did she only dream? 



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She read the letter once agam, 
And hurried to 1he stream. 

A boat was there, the deck was filled 
With soldiers brave and true : 

She hastened up and down the lines, 
He did not meet her view. 

With beating heart and eager glance 
Again she scanned each face ; 

She found him not : where could be 
Her dearest husband's place? 

Good soldier, can you tell me 
Where my husband may be found ? 

I cannot find him in this crowd, 
I've looked all round and round. 

This surely is his company, 

And Walker is his name ; 
Do, comrade, tell me where he is, 

Long, weary miles I came. 

Good woman, must I tell the truth. 
And crush that loving heart? 

O what a world, where friends just meet 
And then so soon must part ! 



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Thy husband is among the dead, 

He met a watery grave: 
He battled for his country long, 

To help her and to save; 

Her enemies took deadly aim, 

But balls fell at his feet; 
It seemed as if he yet might live 

His loving ones to greet. 

His joyous face was homeward turned 

To meet again his wife : 
With her to spend in peace and love, 

The remnant of his life. 

But at a most unlucky hour 
He perished in the stream : 

Good woman, this is just the truth, 
I wish it were a dream! 

She turned away: she could not speak, 
Her eyes were dim, but dry ; 

The keenest dart had pierced her heart : 
Such sorrow could not cry. 

But manly hearts that had not feared 
Their country's fiercest foe, 



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Were Jess like men than children then, 
And wept great drops of woe. 

Poor woman, turn imto thy God 

In this dark hour of grief: 
In all the sorrow of thy life 

With Him is sweet relief. 

Give Ilim thy heart, and though His hand 
Thou may'st not clearly see, 

His promise is, it cannot fail, 
He will thv Husband be. 



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"GET A HOME, AND KEEP IT." 

Oa reading- directions in a newspaper how to do tliis. 

" Get a home, and keep it !" 

I wonder if you could : 
"Get a home, and keep it!" 

I wonder why you should. 

" Get a home, and keep it," 
In world that cannot last ! 

" Get a home, and keep it" 
Where nothing's firm and fast I 

" Get a home, and keep it !" 

You may not live a day : 
" Get a home, and keep it !" 

You did not come to stay. 

" Get a home ?" poor pilgrim, 
Hjw could you without strifo ? 

"Keep a home !" poor pilgrim, 
"Where is your lease of life ? 

" Keep a home" in this world I 

And keep your body too ! 
How soon will death take this, 

And hide it from the view 1 



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" Keep a home" here on earth ! 

And keep your soul confined ! 
If your body stays not, 

How will your heart and mind ? 

Will you pull down your barns, 
And build some much more great ? 

And there store all your goods. 
And wealth accumulate ? 

And there rest, eat and drink, 
And take your ease for years. 

Unruffled by life's ills, 

Its cares and griefs and fears ? 

" Thou fool !" dark death has come, 
Thy soul to judgment goes ; 

All the goods thou hast loved 
Are left to friends — or foes ! 

'* Get a home, and keep it !" 
In fleeting world like this ! 

Do build upon a rock. 

And build a house for bliss. 



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There's a home you may get, 
And keep for evermore, 

Where sorrow, sickness, death 
Can never reach the door ; 

Far from the storms of time, 
Above destruction's blast. 

Where all is firm and true. 
And shall forever last. 

Oh ! " get and keep" that home, 
Through Christ's great sacrifice 

Soar far above this world. 
And dwell beyond the skies. 



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DEVOTION. 

Thou, Who reignest over all, 
Great God of Truth and Love, 

To Thee devoutly I look up, 
And lift my soul above. 

Teach me to find my highest joy 
In prayer and thanks and praise ; 

To worship Thee with all my heart, 
And serve Thee all my days. 

At dawn of morn, at even-tide, 
At noon and in the night, 

To fall down at Thy sacred feet 
Be my supreme delight. 

And in the world far, far away. 
When this poor life is o'er, 

1 may I love Thee still, good Lord 
And worship evermore. 



61 

PHILADELPHIA. 

I went to the city of Brotherly Love, 
And what a rich feast did I meet : 

I met with sweet love as I entered a house, 
I met with sweet love in the street. 

I'd heard of kind brothers and sisters before, 

And many of these I had seen, 
But never saw better or lovelier ones 

Than in that good City, I ween. 

I went to St. Peter's, X went to St. Paul s, 
I went to the churches all round, 

And never heard buildings, in all of my life. 
With heartier worship resound. 

There's plenty of love in that city so fair, 
And love that's so brotherly, too ; 

1 can hardly e'er think of those large, warm 
hearts, 
And not think of Jerusalem new. 

That city so lovely, descending from God 
Like bride well adorned, "the Lamb's wife,' 

To which none can enter that lie or defile, 
And not found in " the Lamb's Book of 
Life." 



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And I breathe out a prayer for brothers so 
kind, 

And all those good sisters so dear, 
(If I ever should rove around the wide world, 

And never again should go near,) 

That all of those dutiful children of God 
When they leave their sweet city of love. 

And pass far beyond the dark confines of 
earth, 
May e'er dwell m that City above. 



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TO A YOUNa LADY WHOM I BAPTIZED IN 
INFANCY. 

Dear Charlotte, I am fifty now, 
And you are " sweet sixteen," 

When first we met, we were not quite 
As old as this, I ween. 

I took you when a little girl 

Upon my surpliced arm, 
And begged our blessed Saviour Christ 

To shield you from all harm. 

I drew upon your infant brow 
The sign of His dear Cross ; 

may you for the love of Him 
Count all things else but loss. 

May He who loved you so well then. 
And took you to His fold. 

Go with you through life's pilgrimage, 
And bless you when you're old. 

Or should He choose to call you hence, 

And give you early rest. 
May you join sisters gone before 

On His most loving breast. 



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FATHER AND SON IN THE HOUSE OF 
GOD. 

The former very old and scarcely able to walk eveu 
with help, and the latter one of the officiating Ministers, 
and reading as the second morning lesson (April 21, 
1866), ihe 5th chapter of St. John. 



" My fourscore years have passed away, 

My race is nearly run: 
I totter on the verge of death, 

Life's labor almost done. 

" I'd go once more to God's dear house, 

I love to worship there, 
I've tried to serve all my life, 

I'd close thut life with prayer. 

" To Him I gave my early years. 
And when no Church was nigh, 

I had a Church in my own house, 
And told how Christ did die. 

" Among the forests of the west* 

Before a shepherd came, 
I gathered God's dear sheep and lambs, 

And fed them in His Name. 



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" And through all changes of my life, 
\ From that far distant day, 
I've found it sweet to do His will — 
To love Him and obey. 

" And He has been so kind to me. 

So wonderful His love, 
I long to see II im as He is, 

And dwell with Him above. 

"Among the brightest jo^-s below 
Which His dear love has given — 

Far, far above earth's wealth and power 
An honor meet for Heaven, 

"He has admitted ray dear son 
To preach His blessed Word, 

To minister in holy things 
To those who serve the Lord. 

" Then let me go to Church again, 

My precious son and I : 
It will be sweet to hear him there 

Once more before I die. 



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" Perhaps in Lessons for the day 

There is a word for me — 
A word from God through my own son — 

let me go and see." 

At last he entered through the porch, 
And then was heard to say — 

" I wish to sit where I can hear — 
Will you not lead the way ?" 

The son's deep voice was deeper still — 
In tones grave, soft and low, 

He read how, in the olden time, 
Halt, withered, blind did go, 

Into that sweet Bethesda's pool. 
When, at an Angel's touch, 

The impotent did rise and walk 
Without the cripple's crutch, 

And how, without that healing wave, 

At word of God's dear Son, 
A long infirmity was cured. 

An aged man might run 



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\And then he read of that Great Day, 
AVhen all within the grave 

ATho here have loved and served the 
Lord, 
Through Him who died to save, 

Shall rise again, when He shall speak, 
And soar with Him above — 

To dwell with Him for evermore 
In life and light and love. 

happy son of such a sire, 

Blest sire of such a sou. 
United here in heart and life, 

May you in Heaven be one. 

*The person here referred to, Captain Chester Gris- 
wold, formerly well known in the Diocesan Conventions 
of Ohio and Western New York, was the instrument of 
organizing, in the year IS — , the first parish in Ohio, and 
consequently in all tlie W^st, thence on to the Pacific. 
In this parish, St. John's, Worthiugton, Ohio, Capt. G. 
acted as lay-reader for four years, when they invited 
Dr. Philander Chase (afterwards Bishopi to be their 
pastor. He thus preceded by four years the " Pioneer 
Bishop." 



5S 
TO A WOMAN GAZING AT A CROSS. 

Dear woman gazing on that Cross, 

You make me think of one 
Who had the special love and praise 

Of mother of God's son. 

Of the Holy Virgin Mary, 

And other women true, 
The last to leave the Cross of Christ, 

And first at His grave tco. 

Oh ! ever cling to that dear Cross, 

And Him who on it died. 
The wonderful, the counsellor, 

Our blessed Crucified. 

And when, your conflict here all o'er, 

You lay your armor down. 
Oh ! may you pass from earth to Heaven, 

From Cross to glorious Crown, 



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TRUST. 

In God is my trust in life and in death, 
On Him I depend, night and day ; 

Oh ! how sweet to look up, and lean on that 
Friend, 
When I'm weary and faint on my way. 

A poor frail being on life's ocean tost. 

Uow soon I might sink 'neath its wave, 
But I rest on "the Rock that is higher 
than I," 

And I feel it is mighty to save. 

blessed Saviour now reigning above, 
For me Thy sweet life Thou didst give ; 

Be Thou my support amid sorrow and sin, 
I will cling unto Thee while I live. 

Thou wast my firm fiiend at the dawn of life. 
Thou ever hast been at my side ; 

1 will go to my grave with unwavering trust, 
For I know that my Saviour has died. 



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I LOVE EVERYBODY. 

As was ouce said by a sweet and happy little child. 

I love my father, mother dear, 
Brothers and sisters, too : 

I love my relatives and friends, 
And alt within my view. 

And then I love those far away, 

Too far to know or see; 
If everybody would love me, 

How happy I should be. 

I love all those who do love me, 
Why should I not do this ? 

Oh ! hatred is a horrid sin. 
And love the sweetest bliss. 

I love all those unkind to me, 

I pity and forgive; 
Oould I do less than this, and hope 

With Lord of Love to live ? 

I love all those who love the Lord, 
Who serve Him and obey ; 

And hope to dwell with them on high 
In realms of glorious day. 



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I love those too who are not good ; 
Christ died for these as well : 

may He save them from all sin, 
And from the pains of hell. 

1 love the rich ones of the earth, 
They often are so good: 

may they seek the wealth above. 
And feast on Angels' food. 

1 love the beggar at my door, 
Or in the road or street; 

I'd always give him a kind word, 
And something good to eat. 

I love the great and mighty men. 

And all in high estate : 
I beg God's blessing on these, too, 

But let me not be great. 

I love the meek and contrite ones, 

Let these my models be : 
With them let me be high in Heaven, 

If here of low degree. 



I love the learned and the wise, 
If only Christ they know; 

Lord, teach them to be truly wise, 
And show me how to ^o. 

I love the ignorant, and hope 
That they, too, may be wise : 

If counted only fools on earth, 
They yet may reach the skies. 

I love the little boys and girls, 

So happy at their play ; 
God fill their hearts with His dear love 

And teach them how to pray. 

I love the homeless orphans, too, 
With hearts so lone and sad : 

may they reach that Father's house 
Where all arc good and glad. 

1 love the aged, trembling ones, 
Just tottering to the tomb : 

might I help them by the hand 
Beyond decay and gloom. 



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I love all those, so sorrowful, 
Who mourn the loved and lost, 

Who burn with fever, writhe with pain 
In hopeless anguish tost. 

I love the friendless and downcast — 
And all who mourn for sin ; 

God be their friend, and raise them up 
And give them peace within. 

And better far do 1 love Him, 

My Father dear above. 
Who gives me here a taste of Heaven, 



By filling me with love. 



64 

THE LADY AND THE UMBRELLA. 

To a stranger laJy, who, meetinsr me in a severe rain 
Btorm without an umbrella, very kindly presented me 
with a nice new one, that she had just bought for her 
own use. 

Dear lady, you are very kind, 

And careful of my good ; 
I'd give you thanks for this nice gift, 

And ranch more if I could. 

The road we travel to the grave 

Is rough enough at best, 
But how much less it would be so, 

If each would help the rest. 

I pray that, as you journey on, 
Kind friends may be at hand, 

And love and help you all the way 
To a far better land. 

May not a shower descend on you. 
But God's rich grace, to bless ; 

Nor any sun pour down its rays. 
But that of righteousness. 



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May no dark storm of sin or woe 
E'er burst upon your head, 

And softly, sweetly may you rest 
Among the sainted dead. 

Until the awful trump shall sound, 
And those who sleep shall rise. 

When may you go, through God's dear 
Son, 
Rejoicing to the skies. 



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AT MORN. 

I have had my hours of darkness, 
Dismal shadows hovering o'er rae, 
Now the glorious morn has broken, 
And sweet sunlight is before me 
But night's hideous dreams and shadows 
Have so tinged my heart with sadness 
That the rosy hues of morning 
Seem bereft of half their gladness. 

I have had my hours of darkness 
Filled with sorrow and dismay, 
Now the sun is shining brightly. 
Life and joy in every ray. 
But 'mid light so bright and cheering. 
Bidding clouds and gloom depart, 
I can ne'er forget that sadness, 
Its deep shades are on my heart. 



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THOU ART GOING FROM US, FATHER. 

TO THE RT. REV. W. R. WHITTINGHAM, D. D.. 
L. L. D., BISHOP OF MARYLAND. 

When about to embark for England, for the benafit Of 
his health. 

Thou art going from us, Father, 

But our thoughts are goi.:g too, 
T) follow thee with anxious care 

When far beyond our view : 
We'll think of thee when morning dawns, 

And when the sun is high, 
And also when the moon and stars 

Ate glittering in the sky. 

Thou art going from us, Father, 

But our hearts are going too, 
And ever will be warm w'ith love 

For one so good and true : 
Wherever thou may'st go, dear friend, 

May Christian friends abound. 
And make thy steps as light and glad 

As if on holy ground. 



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Thou art going from us, Father, 

But our prayers are on the wing, 
'I'o rise, with each warm prayer of thine. 

To Heaven's Almighty King, 
That every blessing for both worlds 

In His exhaustless store, 
He'll graciously vouchsafe on thee, 

And all of thine,, to pour. 

'I'hou art going from us. Father, 

But may God go with thee, too, 
To do for thee far better things 

Than earth's poor friends can do : 
To bless thee, all life's troubled way, 

With His unfailing love, 
And take thee, when this life is o'er 

To rest and bliss above. 

Thou art going from us. Father, 
In pursuit of health, that still 

Thou may'st proclaim God's precious 
AVord 
Should such be His good will ; 



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May it please the great Physician, 

The Lord of Life and Truth, 
To heal thy sickness, and restore 

The vigor of thy youth. 

Thou art going from us, Father, 

May'st thou come to us again. 
With good health throughout thy body. 

And in thy soul no pain : 
May He who came from Heaven to earth 

To save us from all sin, 
Not only make thee whole without, 

But keep thee pure within. 

Should'st thou go from us, dear Father, 

And return to us no more, 
God bless thee with a passage safe 

To Heaven's most happy shore ; 
And may all we who stay behind 

And watch thee on thy way, 
Kejoin thee in triumphant joy 

On the last awful day. 



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FAITH, HOPE AND CHARITY. 

Lord, give me Faith, the power to know 

The things I cannot see, 
To look above earth's empty joys. 

And feast my soul on Thee. 

Lord, give me Hope, a steadfast hope, 

" Sare anchor of the soul ;" 
To keep me ever safe, serene, 

AVhen sin's rough billows roll. 

Lord, give me Charity, a love 

For Thee and all mankind ; 
That I thus loving Thee and them, 

A heaven on earth may find. 

give me Faith, Hope, Charity, 

Those lovely graces three, 
But rather than the other two, 

Sweet heavenly Charity 



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KINDNESS TO GOD'S CREATURES. 

Don't do that, Cousin Philip dear. 

Don't tease poor pussy so ; 
It is God's kitty, Cousin Phil, 

I pray you let it go. 

Yon bright and merry songster, too. 

Is God's sweet little bird : 
Do not disturb its pleasing notes 

With stone or angry word. 

Be not unkind to that poor dog ; 

God made old Ponto, too, 
And placed him here for a good work — 

To watch and care for you. 

Whose hand but His could e'er have framed 

That proud, majestic steed, 
So famous for intelligence 

And form and strength and speed ? 

The gentle cow, and gentler sheep, 

Browsing the tender sod; 
Do these not come, like all good gifts. 

From our dear Maker, God? 
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Then kind and gentle be to these — 

To dog and cat and bh'd, 
To horse and cow and harmless sheep, 

Speak not a loud, rough word. 

And far more tender be to those 
For whom Christ came to die, 

And help them all to get to Him 
In His sweet home on high. 



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THE RICH MAN'S LAMENT. 

" Woe unto you that are ricb." 

I wish I was not quite so rich, 

How happy I might be ; 
How many of the ills of life 

Would be unknown to me. 

I cannot relish this poor wealth, 

Unsatisfying stuff: 
I wonder when I hear men say 

That they have not enough. 

It is of little use to me. 

While here on earth I stay ; 
And what am I to do with it, 

When I must go away ? 

I would not wear this life away 

In handling this poor pelf : 
How low and mean, from morn till night. 

To think of only self! 

I would not have this precious soul 
Bound down to this vile earth : 

It is ten thousand millions more 
Than all earth's treasures worth. 



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Did not Christ say 'twas very hard 
For rich to enter Heaven ? 

How freely would I part with all 
To have rny sins forgiven ! 

I really am a poor man now, 
With all this boasted wealth ; 

My heart is overrun with care, 
1 have indifferent health. 

The love of the gay friends around 
Depends on fleeting treasure; 

I cannot think of love like this, 
And feel the slightest pleasure. 

Our great Example chose to be 

Most lowly in estate : 
Could I not better follow Him, 

If neither rich nor great ? 

I really wish I was right poor. 
With just enough to Hve ; 

Or with a little more than that, 
A little left to give. 



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I'd rather be most poor on earth, 
As poor as poor could be, 

If only thus I could reach Heaven, 
And my dear Saviour see. 



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THE POOR MAN'S CONSOLATION. 

'•Blessed be ye poor, for yciirs is the Kiugdom of God." 

If I am not rich, I surely am poor, 

And what a blessing is this ; 
I would not. exchange Christ's poverty 

For all of the rich man's bliss. 

The way to Heaven is an upward way. 

And when I travel that road, 
I'm a poor weak man, and slowly must go. 

If I bear a heavy load. 

The gate of Heaven is not very wide, 

And if I would enter in, 
I must leave behind great swelling pride, 

And all of the rich man's sin. 

The poor man's treasure is not in this world, 
To him earth's power is not given. 

But he has riches that kings might crave, 
The glorious " Kingdom of Heaven." 

I'd rather lie covered with rags and sores, 
And beg at the rich man's gate. 

Than bask in purple and sumptuous fare, 
And be cursed with his dread fate. 



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For I know, I know, when the trumpet peals, 

For my God hath told me so, 
That the rich and poor, and all on earth, 

To the judgment-seat must go. 

And I would not have, for ten thousand 
worlds. 
Poor Dives' withering doom — 

"Remember" thou had'st "good things" on 
earth, 

And now thou hast nought but gloom. 

No ! give me the state of the rich poor man' 
Who had ''evil things" on earth. 

But went with good Angels to Abram's breast 
And treasures of priceless worth. 

If any good things are in store for me, 
And a poor sinner might choose, 

let those things be treasured above, 
If all on earth I should lose. 

If glory's bright crown I ever should wear, 
That crown was bought by the cross ; 

O may it be made of Heaven's pure gold, 
Unmingled with this world's dross. 



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I'd follow my Saviour in all things here, 

And not forget He was poor : 
O King of Glory, refuse me not 

Trembling and faint at Thy door. 

And place in that bright kingdom above, 

If low or poor it could be, 
An angel's lost seat, at Thy saints' feet, 

Would be most welcome to me. 

As it must be bright, where Christ is in sight, 
So I'd be rich when He's near ; 

Let me get to Him, and then I'd part 
With all else precious and dear. 

The vain pomp of power, the pleasures of sin, 

Above all these I would rise, 
I'd rather be low and poor on earth. 

And seek for wealth in the skies. 

O when the poor rich man shall '* weep and 
howl," 

Will the rich poor gladly sing ? 
Lord, let me join in that music sweet 

With which their Kingdom shall ring. 



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THE CROWN OF aLORY. 

She rested on the bed of death, 

Earth was no longer bright. 
The loved and loving ones around 

Were fading from her sight. 

A throng of white-robed Angels came 

In love and mercy down, 
And held before her fainting heart 

A bright and glorious crown. 

'I'he crown of glory in the skies, 

Prepared for every head 
Of those who love and serve the Lord, 

The holy, happy dead. 

Who would not bear the cross on earth. 

And joyfully lay down 
This sinful life and its poor joys, 

To wear that glorious crown ? ' 



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SHE MAY LIVE. 

She may " live to see the Spring-time" 
Jn far better world than this, 

And gather sweetest, fairest flowers 
In realms of brightest bliss. 

She may live where flowers and blossoms 

Will not wither and decay, 
But all things bright and beautiful 

Shine on in endless May. 

She may live where harps and voices 
Will surpass the songs of birds, 

And thrill through gentle maidens' heart 
Like parents' loving words. 

Oh ! may she live with Lord of Love 

In happiest home on high, 
Where Spring will bloom eternally 

And joys will never die. 

Answer to " Will She Live?" in the Church Journal. 
May 17, 1866, 



81 
A BLESSING AT MEALS. 

Lord, bless this wholesome, pleasant food, 

Prepared by Thy khid hand, 
And make us all around this board 

A holy, happy band. 

Whene'er we eat, and when we drink, 

Whatever we may do, 
May all be done in Jesus' Name, 

And as within Thy view. 

We thank Thee for Thy bounteous gifts. 

For all Thy care and love — • 
For sending Thy dear Son to earth. 

That we might live above. 

Aud when we gather here no more, 

May this rich feast be given, 
That parents, children, all may meet 

Around Thy board in Heaven. 



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MOURNING FOR HIS MOTHER. 

On the death of an old gentleman, who, a short time be- 
fore, was affected to tears on speaking of his mother. 

His more than four-score years had passed, 
His strength was toil and sorrow : 

He lay upon the bed of death, 
He might not see to-morrow. 

The pleasures and the cares of life 

Were spread before his eyes : 
On other side were opening scenes 

And joys beyond the skies. 

But there was one whom all on earth 

Could not shut out from view : 
She stood before him clear and bright, 

As one most good and true. 

And thought of her with tears of love 

Would fill his failing eyes, 
And almost seem'd to antedate 

The joys of Paradise. 

'Twas she, who in his infancy 
Had borne him in her arms, 



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And lavished on his later years 
A mother's love and charms, 

mother dear, he seem'd to say, 
My life is fading fast, 

And I am looking round to find 
Some comfort at the last. 

1 cannot hope that thy dear hand 
Will smooth my furrowed brow ; 

Thou art at rest among the saints 
In peace and safety now. 

I cannot hope that thy fond lips 
Will press the parting kiss : 

But, ray mother, may not mine 
Be yet a brighter bliss ? 

Beyond this dreary vale of tears 
There is a world above — 

The home of everlasting rest 
And peace and joy and love. 

When at the awful Throne of God, 
A countless host shall stand, 

I hope and pray for some low place 
Upon His bright right hand ; 



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And should He deign to hear my prayer 
And take me to H is rest ; — 

'i'o dwell with angels and with saints 
In mansions of the blest : — 

With all the lov'd ones yet around, 
And those- long gone before, 

should it be my happy lot 
To reach the Heavenly shore, 

How would it brighten all my joy 
In home so sweet and fair, . 

If God would only grant me this — 
To meet dear mother there ! 



85 



I GO TO MY FATHER, AND YE SEE ME 
NO MORE " 



Oa hearing these words read iu St. Peters Church, 
Philadelphia., as a part of the Gospel for the 4th Suuday 
after Easter, by the Kev. De. Le-^ds, the Reetor, on the 
eve of bis departure for Europe, for the improvement of 
his health. 



Art thou going to thy Father ? 

Shall we see thee no more ? 
And shall thy steps ne'er tread again 

Upon thy native shore ? 

Shall we who love thee quite too well. 

And love with thee to pray, 
Look ever at thy place in Church, 

And find thee still away ? 

Shall these walls be draped with mourning 
Our hearts be filled with grief? 

Shall morning come, and morn again, 
And yet bring no relief? 

Pastor dear, if thou must go, 

"Would we were going too ; 
Without our loving guard and guide, 

What will thy people do ? 



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But to go to God, thy Father, 

In realms of glorious day ; 
From such ecstatic love and bliss 

How can we wish thee stay ? 

Then soar away to God on high, 
Though we must stay behind, 

And mourn, until our end shall come, 
For one so good and kind. 

But oh ! while thou remain'st on earth, 
Dear friend, cease not to pray 

That God " the Comforter will come," 
And wipe our tears away. 



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NO NIGHT THERE. 
REV. 22, 5. 



Composed as the shades of night were giving place to 
the light of day, by one whose eye sight is fast lailing, 
and who earnestly longs for the light and glory of eter- 
nal day. 



No night there, uo night, 
It will always be light ; 
Nothing harsh to the sight. 
But all beauteous and bright. 

Never dull, never dark, 
All as gay as the lark ; 
No dawning of day 
To chase night away : 

No day-light declining, 
But sun always shining ; 
No stars and no moon. 
All brilliant as noon. 

No danger of harm. 
No startling alarm ; 
Mo fires, and no theft, 
Of no sleep bereft. 



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No clouds, and no rain, 
No sickness, no pain ; 
No soul-wearing sorrow, 
No dread of to-morrow. 



No doubts and no fears, 
No sighs and no tears; 
No dark-clouded eyes, 
No pangs and no cries. 

No load of hard care 
The spirit to wear; 
No dreadful despair 
The heart-strings to tear. 

The eye of Faith cl^ar, 
Undimm'd by a tear ; 
Things dreamed of before 
Now seen evermore. 

Hope grown up to joy 
That never can cloy — 
Fruition most blest 
On that bright day of rest. 



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\ No Love scant and cold, 

And soon waxing old, 
But Love ever glowing. 
And Love ever growing. 

No need more of asking, 
In Heaven's sun-light basking, 
But prayer turned to praise 
And thanking always. . 

City e'er new, 
Transporting to view, 
With lamps ever burning, 
To joys overturning. 

May I walk never old 

On your pavements of gold 

With glory to lighten, 

The Lamb's light to brighten. 

O day of all days 
With glory ablaze, 
May my soul ever gaze 
On thy life-giving rays. 



90 

God of all might 
So pure and so bright, 
It can never be night, 
Where Thou art the light. 

my soul's brilliant sun, 
Is life's work almost done ? 
O Saviour most dear, 
Is that day drawing near ? 



91 

MARY AT THE SEPULCHRE. 

Loving Mary at the tomb 
Wept in darkness and in gloom, 
linowing not that glorious day- 
Soon would chase the clouds away. . 

She found not her Saviour there, 
0, what sorrow and despair ! 
JBut, instead, two Angels bright 
In their robes of snowy white. 

But at length she heard His voice, 
And it made her heart rejoice ; 
Her, and His dear Mother's, name, 
From the lips of Jesus came. 

And she almost felt the touch 
(She who sinned, and loved so much,) 
Of her just arisen Lord ; 
Sweetest comfort and reward' I - 



92 



THINE IS THE KINGDOM, THE POWER AND 
THE GLORY. 

THE lord's prayer. 

Thine is the kingdom, mighty Grod, 

And Thine the power, too : 
To Thee, eternal Three in One, 

Are praise and glory due. 

Thou reignest over countless worlds, 

And in the courts above : 
Thou swayest with majestic might, 

And with the sweetest love. 

Lord, rule in these poor sinful hearts, 

While yet we live below. 
And take us to Thyself above. 

When from this world we go. 

That through the ages yet to come 

We may Thy love adore, 
And worship at Thy sacred feet 

Forever ever-more. 



93 
BRIDE AND WIDOW. 

OR, SMILBS AND TEARS. 

The shades of death were gathering round, 

His voice was faint and low, 
The heavens were opening to his view, 

He felt that he must go. 

Angels were hovering o'er his bed. 

To bear him to his rest, 
That he might sleep forever more 

On Jesus' loving breast. 

At peace with God and all the world, 
. There seemed no more to do. 
But look at loving ones around, 
And bid them all adieu. 

Bishop stood there as father dear. 

His wife as tender mother. 
His own fond sister bent with grief 

Over sinking only brother. 

But in that loving, mourning throng, 

Dearer than any other, 
Than sweetest sister, all aromid, 

Or even absent mother, 



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VVas one whom he had singled out 

To be his own through hfe : 
How could he leave that precious one, 

And call her not his wife ? 

Could it be wrong ? Would angels wait ? 

Might one so near the dead 
Just pause a moment at death's door, 

His chosen one to wed ? 

He could not " love and comfort her, 

Honor and keep her" long ; 
But not to claim her for his own — 

O would it not be wrong ? 

How sweet to him, how sweet to her, 
Though death so soon should part, 

To be united hand in hand 
As well as heart to heart. 

With hearts so blended into one, 
With joys, griefs, hopes the same, 

Why should she pass long years on earth, 
And never bear his name ? 



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95 

His own fond father far away, 

Mother and sister dear, 
Would it not bind them all to her, 

As if he still were near ? 

At the great marriage-feast above 

Of Christ and His dear'Bride, 
Why might not he and this loved one 

Appear there side by side ? 

Could it displease the Good Triune, 

The Father, Spirit, Son, 
That these His children there should stand 

United two in one ? 

By the good Bishop's sacred hand 

The nuptial knot was tied ; 
The " precious Nellie" smiled through tears, 

A happy, mourning bride. 

Not many hours had passed away. 

When, at her husband's side, 
The stricken fair one knelt and wept, 

Widow, as well as bride ! 



96 



WIDOWED MOTHER AT THE DEATH- 
BED OF HER ONLY SON. 

" The wild bird has her nestlings all 

High in the sheltering tree, 
Her faithful mate to hear her call, 

But I have only thee." 

If God should take thee too away, 

My own, my precious son, 
What should I do in this sad world 

Until my race is run ? 

O Thou who had'st an only Son, 
And gav'st for us Thine own. 

Wilt Thou not spare my darling child, 
And leave me not alone ? 

But if he be too good for earth. 

And fit for only Heaven, 
Then take him to Thyself above. 

Him only lent, not given. 



97 
THE EMPIY CRADLE. 

My baby's gone ! my baby's gone ! 

Gone to its last long sleep : 
Its cradle is all empty now, 

And I am left to weep. 

It was the dearest little pet, 

The sweetest httle thing : 
Oh ! what in all of this wide world 

Could 'equal pleasure bring ? 

But darling was the child of God, 

And now is safe at rest, 
With all the Holy Innocents, 

On Christ's most loving breast. 

There sweetly sleep, my precious one, 

'Till my sad life is o'er, 
Then may I join thee in thy rest, 

"Not lost, but gone before." 



98 
THE GRUMBLER. 

I know a young man, but his name I won't tell, 
Could he hide it from all, he'd do very well — 
Who thinks that this world is a poor place to 

live, 
Nor feasts on the blessings it really does give. 

He sits in the corner and grumbles away. 

He moans in the night, and he whines in the 

day; 
He does not like this, and he does not like that 
No wonder he's thin, he cannot grow fat, 

When the weather is cool, he wishes it warm, 
When the sky is right clear, he longs for a 
storm, 

When sweet spring arrives, he is covered with 

gloom, 
He never could bear so much beauty and bloom. 

He's tired of being young, 'tis so nice to be old. 

With limbs getting stiff, aud the feet always 
cold. 

With head bald and hoary, and eyes growing 
dim, 

Ah! these are the things that would satisfy 
him. 



99 



When out in the country, the town is so sweet, 
And back he would hurrj with nimblest of feet. 
But when he gets back, Oh ! the loved hill 

and dale, 
The pleasures of town are so vapid and stale. 

His meals do not suit, whether stewed, fried, 
or roast, 

If you give him hot rolls, he'll ask for some 

toast. 
Put best fowl before him, he'd rather have 

meat, 
His coffee's too strong, and his tea's never 

sweet. 

His clothes never fit — just look at his breeches! 
The woman was blind. Oh ! what dreadful 

stitches . 
The legs are too long, they come down to the 

feet, 
The waist-bands so short that they never will 

meet. 

He wants to get married, but Ohl what a life 
Some poor woman would lead, should he get 

a wife ; 
She'd rather live single, and be poor, and sew, 
And keep clear of him, if she knew what I 

know. 



100 

Poor fellow, I know not what is to be done^ 
In the spring-time of life he's having no fun ; 
Soon the summer's hot sun, next autumns dry 

leaf, 
Then cold dreary winter ; Oli ! life is so brief. 

This world is good, if he knew how to take it. 
The wise Master Builder knew how to make it; 
The fault is not outward, biit clearly within, 
In a heart full of pride and passion and sin. 

Then cheer up, young man, do try to be bright. 
Let sun-light of goodness illumine thy sight; 
Look within thee, around, and chiefly above, 
And see nought but tokens of God's boundless 
love. 

Wait a very few years, and life's trials o'er, 
You may have sweetest rest on Heaven's 

peaceful shore ; 
Your Saviour was tried, but He now reigns on 

high, 
And has happy homes for His sons in the sky. 



101 

I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY. 

JOB 7, 16. 

I would not live alway ; what alway on earth! 
Ever grovelling below, while of heavenly birth! 
Mj home is not here; my sweet home is above, 
In the mansions of peace and glory and love. 

I would not live alway; who'd crawl that could 

fly? 
I must up and away to rest in the sky ; 
Who'd trifle and loiter and sleep in the dark, 
That could rise in the morn, and soar with 

the lark ? 

I would not live alway; 0, pitiful life 
Of weakness and sickness, of sorrow and strife ; 
I came not to stay ; I was born but to die ; 
I'd live with the Lord and good Angels on 
high. 

I would not live alway; no ! let me go, 
Beyond every evil, above every woe : 
I never can live until death has been past, 
I must conquer this foe, to reign at the last, 



102 

I would not live alway ; dear friends do not 

stay ; 
What numberless loved ones in regions of day; 
In that happy throng, how gladly I'd be ! 
Receive me, blest Jesus, to glory and Thee. 



\i)y> 



TO A (iUARDIAN ANUEL BKARL\(4 AWAY 
A CHILD TOWARD II HAVEN. 

() good Angel, bear him xit't'y. 

Sollly, to ihe skies. 
And send another Angel down 

To wipe his mother's eyes. 

Rarely was a sweeter Ireasio'c 

(i ranted her below : 
iriiod had only spared lier tins. 

Kartli's other j(ns might go. 

Swift as thy own rapid pmions 

Is that mother's love. 
And day ))y day. and night by night. 

.^lic'll loUow him above. 

() lay him gently down to slee]» 

On his Saviour's l)reast. 
And bear good motle-r. in hei- 1ui-n. 

'J'o lh:it deliuJitfal re>t. 



104 
THE MOTHER'S ADDRESS TO FHK SAME 

Sweet Angel, dost thou take my child, 

And leave me liere behind ? 
I always thought good Angels were 

So loving and so kind. 

f 
Did God send thee to earth fur him, 

And does He wish my son? 

O ne'er had He a sweeter child, 

Except His only one. 

But, good Angel, how can I 

Endure this bond of life, 
And struggle through its bitter years 

Of care and grief and strife ? 

Wilt thou not soon come down again. 

And take me to the skies? 
that, like darhng gone before. 

To Jesns I might rise. 



I Of) 



SET YOUR AFFhCTlON ON THINGS ABOVE, 
NOT ON THINGS ON THE EARTH. 

COL. 3, 2. 



To a yoang lady v\ ho proposed that 1 should make ft 
pet of her little sister. 

Yoli a^k UK-, young lady, to have a sweet pet, 
On a creature of earth ray affections to set : 

you know not the error you Avish me to 

make, 
Nor dream of the trouble you ask me to take. 

1 ouce /lad a sweet pet — how sweet you don't 

know — 
How she made all my bosom with rapture to 

glow; 
But my fond heart was won, as if only to 

blight, 
And my joy was soon covered with gloomiest 

night. 

Love beamed in her eye, full of grace was her 

•iiien 
There was nil to betoken a bright fairy queen, 
Her voic*' was like music, her ways all so sweet, 
You might fancy a seraph had strayed from 

its seat. 



100 



But brneath all this sweetness. how could I 
lell 

What a fountain of bitterest sorrovv did dv/ell? 

This loveliest vision soon melted away, 

And my hope and my joy all turned to decay. 

Death knocked hard, one ni^ht, at the door oi 

my heart, 
insatiate archer, how cruel thy dart ! 
My bosom's sweet idol soon quivered and fell, 
And all earth seemed to ring with a shrieking- 
death knell. 

Then how could I set my poor torn heart again 
On anything here, whei-e all's tleeting and 

vain ? 
If there's nothing secure of all we liold dear, 
Who would look to this woi-ld, and seek hap- 
piness here. 

Then pardon me, do, if I turn quite away 
From the phantom of bliss you kindly display, 
And wonder not much, if I fix my fond heart 
Where joys do not wither, and friends nevt-r 
part. 



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HOMEBODY'vS CHILD. 

A woman ouco ran to a child that was badly hurt iu 
tlic strept, and cared I'or it tt^uderly, because, as she said, 
it was " soinebody's child.'" 

.Somebody's child I whoso child can it be? 
iSomcbody's child I do come and see ! 
Bind up the bruises, the blood wipe away ; 
t*\)or little child, what an end of its play ! 

Where is dear mother? in silent grave ? 

Is no one near, her lone boy to save ? 

I'll take him and nurse hira with mother's 

love ; 
God help me to train him for l)liss above. 

My own sWeet mother far, far away, 
Happy, I trust, in regions of day. 
How her lovely form is still in my view, 
And her tender care ever warm and new. 

And my own dear cnild still here below, 
Groping through darkness, disease and woe, 
What pains before it ! What help it may 

need I 
Oh I parents should always be kind indeed. 



108 

Somebody's child, yes, somebody's child : 
'J'hen be not rough, but gentle and mild : 
Speak to him softly ; think of his mother, 
Then of his father, sister and brother. 

Oh ! men and women, an 1 children all, 
Ye children of God, both large and small. 
What numberless brothers are at your side ! 
You see not one for whom Christ has not 
died. 

Somebody's child, yes, somebody's son ; 
His mother's earthly race may be run, 
His father be resting his weary head 
In a dreamless sleep on the earth's cold bed 

But each poor boy is somebody's son, 
Perhaps an afflicted, only one : 
Be kind, be kind, each one to the other, 
God's children all, each born of a mother. 



10i:> 

TO A YOUNG RELATIVE AND FRIEND. 

Who, beini^ in sorrow, tnrucd and looked into my face 
as we were abuut to fall upon our knees in Chuicb, as 
ifaskiu'.' for my pity aud n.y jtrayers. 

Pity you I dear one: most surely I do: 
With whom sliould 1 sigh, if not such as you? 
The sioht of your surrovv lias touched my 

fond heart. 
And caused my deep tears unbidden to start- 
Pray for you I dear one: most surely 1 will : 
That the storm in your bosom may cease and 

bestUl. 
That the clouds may dispt'rse. tlie sweet sun 

may shine. 
Your sad lieart lun over with ])k'asures di" 

vine. 

Pity you! {)ray for you I comfort you tool 
(.'hrist will all these do for sufl'eicrs like you ; 
For sinners and sad ones He's seated on high, 
To present every prayer and hush every cry, 

'The Comforter' too. whom He sent from 

above 
On an errand of peace and pily and love. 



1 10 

The tcink'rest mei'cy ;iml kimljicss will ^-Iioav 
To a]] who love Jesus, and raoui'ii liero be- 
low. 

Then look to These, tlcaiest,au(l dry up your 
tears, 

Dismiss all your doubts, and banish your 
fears ; 

The time may soon come when you'll joy- 
fully go 

To bright realms of bliss from this dark 
world of woe. 



HI 

THE ANGEL OF PKACK. 
" Clessod are the peace-uiakcis. " 

thou (leart'st little aiig-el. 

1 love to gaze on thee, 
Thy face, thy wings, thy robes of white, 

How sweet tliey are to me I 

x\.nd not less sweet, in times like these 

Is that dear name of peace ; 
Oh 1 tliat thy spirit might prevail, 

And wars would ever cease. 

Thou art a messenger from God. 

The Prince of peace and love. 
Could'st thou not bring a message down. 

From the blest world above. 

That men should lay their armor l»y. 

And stop this dreadful strife, 
That they should act like brothers now. 

And spare eacli other's life ? 

Jf not, then fly to battle fields 
Where life's red current flows. 

And try to heal the wounded Ihere. 
And give them sweet repose. 



112 

Then off to hundred thousand homes 
Where loved ones can't return, 

And soothe with thy sweet ministry 
The countless hearts that mourn. 

And tell them ail that Jesus bled 
And died that they might live, 

And carry them the sweetest balm 
''The Ci niforter" can give. 

O thou dearest little angel, 
Sweet messenger of peace, 

Give joy to troubled spirits now, 
And let it never cease ! 



113 



TO THE SAME. 



O thou sweetest little angel, 

Mow good to look at thee ! 
Thy face, thy wing.s. thy robes of white. 

How beautiful they be ! 

Thy face so full of peace and love, 

Thy wings outspread to fly 
Whenever mercy calls thee down. 

From thy blest home on high. 

Those emblems of sweet innocence. 

Thy robes of spotless white 
Like vestments of God's ministers, 

And happy saints in light. 

God's holy little messenger, 
Creature of heavenly birth. 
What could have brought thee down so low, 
To our poor sinful earth ? 

To come so near to wicked men. 

Say, wast thou n(*t afraid? 
Or hither hast thou, in thy flight 

Of love and mercy, strayed ? 



114 

Didst thou come down from hcavi'ii al>ovc 

On embassy of peace ? 
/I\) bid the hating sons of men 

To let all warfare cease ? 

Or hast thou come, with soft kind words, 
To sootlie the hearts of those 

AVlio wildly toss on beds of pahi. 
And long for sweet repose? 

To fan with thy wing's heavenly breeze 
Brows that with fever burn ? 

To dry deep bitter tears for those 
Who never can return ? 

To wing thy way around the world 

AYhere pain and sorrow be, 
And give all mourners smiles for tears, 

And joy for misery? 

Dear little angel, speed along, 
Thousands will welcome thee : 

And bid all those who suffer herC 
To Christ their vSaviour flee-. 



116 
LINES 

SENT WITH A PICTURE. 

My dearest little cousin, 

I send a gift to tlice : 
I Avish of real value 

It evermore might l)e. 

An angel is a messenger 
Tliat cometh from above, 

That bringeth down rich blessings 
From Ood of boundless love. 

May thy little angel l)ring thee, 
AVhene'er it cometh down, 

Each help that may be needful 
To gain the precious crown. 



To sweet salvation's heir ; 
To hover o'er, to watch, and keep 
With an unceasing care. 

May it bring down the peace of (jlod 

All understanding past. 
To soothe thee all life's troubled way 

And comfort thee at last. 



116 

An Hiigel is a guard tmd G'uidv' 

'I'o take tliu parting sou! : 
To guard i\ through the vale of death. 

And guide it to its goal. 

When thou shalt reach the bed of death, 
Mny its soft wing be there, 

To Ian thy fainting spirit 
With balmy, lieavenly air. 

'I'hen may thy spirit upward fly 
Borne on the same swift wing, 

To sing, with saints and angels, 
Tlie praises of thy King. 



117 
A PRAYER. 

Father above, to thee I give 
The friend most dear near whom I'd live, 
But from whom I soon may stray 
Over the wide world far away, 
Or from whom I call'd may be 
To give my dread account to Thee: 
Oh I hear my fond heart's earnest cry 
That she may live and never die. 
Thou the guide be to her feet. 
Grant her peace and comfort sweet, 
Give her friends where e'er she go, 
Keep her safe from every foe: 
Save her all the day from harm, 
Guard her from the night's alarm; 
Bid every shape of ill depart, 
Drive every evil from her heart ; 
Make lovely innocence and truth 
Her guard and counsellor from youth ; 
Cause her to pray with ceaseless breath. 
Till her eye-lids close in death: 
Then may angels robed in white 
[Hume her grave with heavenly light ; 
'Till Thou receive her to the skies 
Through t)ie atoning sacrifice. 



llN 



TllK MASTKR IS COME, AND CALLKTII FOR 
THEE. 

ST. JOHJJ 11, 28. 

Tlic Master is come, and callelli Cor lliee, 

Rise, sinner, an'l liu.^te away : 
lie calls thee IVoni dai'kness and sorrow and 
sin 

To refj'ions of loveliest day. 

The Master is coine, and calls for his own. 
For tlie soul that He loved and has won : 

Jleject not the claim, it is Jesus that calls. 
The father is come for his son. 

The Master is come — He came from on hi^h 

To these dreary regions helow : 
Tlien soared far away to bright glory and 
l)liss. 

Where ;dl Mis good (hildren may g'O. 

The Master is come, and calleth for thee — 
Oh ! let not that call be in vain ; 

'I'urn not a deaf ear to that summons of 
love— 
lie never may call thee airain. 



119 

The blaster is come, and calleth for thoo, 

O sinner rejoice at that call : 
Do all that would please Him, forsake every 
sin, 

And i>ive Him thy heart and thy all — 



'J'ho Master is come; Oh ! can it be true 
That Jesus is calling for me ? 

^ wait not a moment, most gladly I'd go, 
Saviour, receive me to Thee. 



120 

TO MISS M. I!. 

A young lady of Philadelphia, who invited me to walk 
with her at sunset in a beautiful garden, and there pre- 
sented me with sweetest flowers and with more substan- 
tial tokens of her interest and i*egard. 

Dear lady, my kind stranger friend, 

Blooming amid sweet flowers, 
God shed on thee His grace and love 

In rich, abundant showers. 

Thy beauteous gifts, thy looks and smiles, 

Thy words so soft and kind. 
Denote a heart replete with love, 

A thoughtful, careful mind. 

And lead me back to Eden's bowers. 

When yet unstained by sin, 
Where all was love and peace and joy 

And innocence within. 

When called to leave these pleasing shades, 

And rest beneath the sod,, 
Be thine to gather fairer flowers 

In Paradise of God. 



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TO A YOUNU WIDOWED MOTHER AND 
HER ONLY CHILD, A LOVELY LITTLE 
BOY. 

Mother of lliat darling boy, 
May he ever be your joy, 
Love and lielp you all the way 
To the realms of sweetest d«y. 

Fatherless, but favored byy, 
Better far than brighest toy 
Is that dearest mother's 4ovc — 
Next to love and bliss above. 

Mother, son, son and mother, 
Cling to God aud each other, 
In this sad world parted never. 
Living-, loving, on forever. 



122 

MY LOVERS AND FRIENDS HAST THOU 
PUT A WAV FROxM ME. 

PSALM 88, 18. 

merciful God, hast Thou put them away, 
And left me alone in deep sadness to stray ? 
All those that love me, and those that were 

kind, 
Have they gone far aw a}^, and left m(^ behind? 

The sorrows of life are so greivous and long, 
Our path is so rough, and our foen are so 

strong, 
That with all the comfort our loved ones can 

give, 
Our joys are but faint, it is sadness to live. 

But take these awny, and what should we do? 
What, look all around, and find none fond 

and true ! 
Who would wish on earth for one moment to 

stay ? 
I'd l)eg Thee in mercy to take me away. 

To lose but one friend, tiie most dt>ar to the 

heart, 
How bitter the angu'sh ! how pungent the 

smart ! 



128 

Wliert! love has grown cold, or tlie les^S cruel 

grave 
Removes the best blessing the world ever gave- 

But to lose all of these, and find tlieiu no more 
Till loved ones rejoin us at Heaven's distant 

door ; 
O merciful Grod, take away all my bliss, 
But crush not my spirit with sorrow like this. 

But should thy will be to deprive me of these, 
Yet may I not fail my dear Saviour to please ; 
Be He my firm friend, and embrace me with 

love 
On earth, and at death, and in regions above. 



1-24 
TO A SORROWING MOTHO, 

Sorrowing mother, cease to mourn. 

And let your tears be dry ; 
The loved ones whom yon so lament 

May be with God on high. 

iJea.se !a>ot to struggle all through life 

To gain that blest abode ; 
Its pleasures will far overpay 

The sorrows of the road. 

And not the least of its pure joys 

Will be to meet above 
The dear ones whom He lent us here 

To teach us how to love. 

Meeting before His glorious throne . 

Your loved ones gone before. 
May you and they together diwell 

With Him for evermore. 



125 
'*SHE IS NOT DEAD, BUT SLEEPETH. 

**She is not dead, but sleepeth" 
Fond mother, dry thy tears, 

Drive sorrow from thy bursting heart. 
And banish all thy fears. 

Was she " one only daughter," 

So full of love and bloom ? 
Is all the world so dismal now, — 

Thy darling' in the tomb ? 

,, She is not dead, but sleepeth," 

Let little maiden rest ; 
Her slumber could not sweeter be, 

If on her mother's breast. 

The grave should have no terrors. 

Our Saviour went before. 
And made His child a sleeping place 

Near Heaven s sweet open door. 

And when He shall come again. 

He'll say to her, arise: 
"She is not dead, but sleeps'' in Him^ 

Her home is in the skies. 



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I AM THE WAY, THE TKUTH, AND THE 
LIFE. 

ST. JOHN 14, G. 

Thou art the Way : tlie way IVoiu woe 

To peace and joy and love : 
Tlje way to Him, Who sits entlironcd 

In majesty above. 

Thou art tlie Truth, to guide us through 

The labyrinths of sin : 
To scatter error's dismal shades, 

And give true light within. 

Thou art the Life : the power of death 
Lies conquered in Thy tomb : ^ 

Forever may we dwell with Thee 
Where joys eternal bloom. 

Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Lile ; 

Oh ! bliss beyond compare, 
To walk Thy way, Thy truth to keep, 

'I'hy glorious life to share I 



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RING THE BELL SOFTLY. 

Ring the bell softly, there' scrape ou the door : 
Some one has passed to a far distant shore ; 
Gone quite away from all sorrow and sin 
To that bright world where no pain enters in : 
Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door, 
Do not disturb him, he sleeps evermore. 

Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door, 
Fond hearts are bursting, and bitter tears pour; 
Many are bending in wondei and greif 
That life so beautiful should be so brief ; 
Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door, 
Lovely departed, who would not deplore ? 

Ring the bell softly, there's crape onihe door, 
what rejoicing on Heaven's happy shore ! 
Softly and sweetly he is now sleeping. 
Not without hope the loved ones are weeping; 
Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door, 
Anecels are welcoming one wanderer more. 



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PART SECOND 



FOR CHILDREN. 



LOOKING UNTO JESUS. ' 

Doar little ('hristian children. 

Wherever you may \h\ 
He careful so to live on earth 

That Jesus you may see. 

Dear little Christian children, 

Whatever you may do, 
lie sure to call on C'hrist our F^ord, 

To help and corafort you. 

hear little (Miristian children. 

Until you reach the g-rave. 
Oh 1 ever (ding- to Him Who died 

To Idess you and to save. 



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Oh I ever look to Jc\^ns, 

The Source of Light and Love ; 
He will illume your path through life 

To happy liouies above. 



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TO MY LITTLE DAUUtlTER. 

Sallie dearest, do you know. 
Where your daily footsteps go ? 
Is your journey up or down? 
'J^o darkest woe ? or brightest crown ? 
Only two roads can you tread, 
'J'o the living, or the dead; 
To the place where lost ones cry, 
Or the saints' sweet home on hiffh. 
Oh ! my dearest, watch and pray, 
May you go the heavenward way. 



TO MV LITTLE SON HO BART. 
WTTir A I'lrrrRE rATJ.ED '"trust and try 

"Trust and try," my precious boy. 

•' Trust anil try" again ; 
All the efforts that you make 

Will not he in vain. 

Our dear Saviour died for you 

Hanging on the tree: 
Oh ! what wondrous love was that ! 
<";ould it greater be ? 

As He did all this for you 

When you did not ask. 
You must always -'trust and try," 

llowp'er liard the task. 

He is ever looking down 
From His throne on high. 

And will gladly succor those 
Who will " trust and try." 

When poor sinners look to Him. 

And for mercy cry. 
He will hearken to their pray.T, 

And o-ive sweot reply. 



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^\'l•cll you arc must soruly tried 

On His gruce rely, 
And you'll soon be sure to see 

The wicked tempter fly. 

In all your wants and troul)les 

Fix on Christ your eye. 
Gaze upon His blood-stained cross, 

And still '• trust and try." 

As you pass along through life 
Always " trust and try :'' 

'I'hen, when Jesus comes to judge, 
You will rest on high. 



TO A LITTLE GIRL. 

RKCKNTIA" CU.M'IKMKD, WHO W'KST TO DAILY 
KVKXiXii PRAVKK WITH MR. ,Il"XK H, 1804. 

Dear little Helen, can it be 

That thou nilt go to church with me ? 

Turn (juite away from giddy throng 

Now passing through the streets along. 

At time when wearied children play 

After studying all the day ? 

Withdraw to God's dear House of Prayer, 

And join His saints who worship there ? 

Dear little girl, this sight iHust be 

Such as good angels love to see, 

"When they in Heaven behold (rod's lace, 

May they obtain for thee His grace, 

That so thou e'er mayst love to come 

To His sweet House as to thy home. 

How could St thou better show thy love 

To that all-gracious one above. 

AVho said to thee, and all like the e, 

Let little children come to me ? 

How couldcst thou more pleasure give 

To Him AVho died that thou might'st live ? 

How couldest thou more pleasure gain, 



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And make ITis death not all in vain? 
'I'liat holy cross upon thy brow, 
Dost thou not feel its influence now ? 
Or that most sweet baptismal wave, 
Dost thou not feel its power to save ? 
Does not that cross-bought crown on high 
Look bright and glorious to thine eye ? 
When the good bishop came to bless, 
With sacred hands thy head to press. 
Didst thou discern ihe Holy Dove 
Descending on thee from above ? 
Child, may the blessing soon be thine 
To feast upon the Bread and Wine, 
Take richest dainties from Ood's store, 
And never thirst or hunger more : 
Who would not scorn the food of swine. 
When called to banquets all divine ? 
Where'er you go, whate'er you do. 
May Christ be there to succor you, 
(xuide you along life's dangerous way. 
And let your footsteps never stray ; 
Conduct you to His courts above, 
And bless you wilh His endless love. 



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•JX) A SWKKl' LITTLK UIR-L, 

ife receiviiii,' her lir.st imMBiuiu at sclioi)!. scut w'uk 
«, pictaro ciiUt^d " Bless<»(l are the pure in licurl "' 

'Tis well, littlo darlino-l 

Thy teachers approve : 
He pure and be true. 

And .Jesus will love. 

I'^'oiu sill and IVoui sori'ow 

Thy life he all free: 
i) merciful Lord 

Jvereive her to Tliee I 



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TO A LITTLE GIRL VERY MUCH PLEASED 
WITH A GLITTERING TOY. 

Dear little girl, Low bright you look ! 

So pleased with little toy ? 
1 almost envy that sweet smile. 

And your abounding joy. 

But oh I don't set your little heart 

On pretty things of earth : 
They have no power to satisfy 

A child of heavenly birth. 

These pleasures that now dazzle you. 

And gladden for a while, 
Have sorrow mingled with their sweets. 

And murder while they smile. 

Then turn away from earth's vain toys, 
Whose pleasures soon must cease. 

And fix your heart on Heaven's bright joys 
And never-ending peace. 



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YO A LITTLE GIRL tSORROWING OVER A 
BROKEN TOY. 

Poor little girl ! what troubles you ? 

So grieved about a toy ? 
I wish that you would try to smile, 

And dress your face with joy. 

What I such a little thing so sad, 

Life's journey just begun I 
Oh ! child, what will become of you 

Before your race is run ? 

Then drive away these gloomy thoughtg, 

Put on a pleasant smile, 
The sorrows of this present life 

Can only last a while. 

Pray, do not give yourself such grief 

About that broken toy ; 
But think of sweetest heaven above ; 

And bliss withoiqit alloy. 



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TO A LITTLE CHILD SWEETLY SLEEPING. 

Sleep, sweet infant, sleep away. 

Dream of that all- glorious day, 
When a brighter Sun shall rise, 

And keep darkness from our eyes. 

As you take your slumber sweet, 
Do not you and angels meet ? 

Do they hover o'er your bed, 

Save you from all harm and dread ? 

Do they point you to the sky ? 

Offer swift white wings to fly 
Far above this world away 

To the realms of sweetest day ? 

Far n:ore pleasant than your dreams, 
Brighter than the noon-day beams^ 

May your visions be above. 
Of our Saviour. Lord of love \ 



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J^LESS PAPA AND xMAMMA. 

God bless Papa, and bless Mamma, 

And ray sweet sisters too ; 
Without these tenderest ones of earth 

AVhat could an infant do? 

God bless Papa, and bless Mamma, 
And all my brothers dear ; 

How helpless a poor little child 
Without these guardians near ! 

And bless kind friends and all of those 
For whom our Saviour died. 

And save them all for sake of Him 
Whom bad men crucified. 

And oh ! I bless my Saviour dear ; 

Had He not died for me. 
Oh ! whither from the wrath to eome 

Could little sinner flee ? 



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TO AN ORPHAN KNEELING AT ITS M(y- 
THER'S GRAVE, 

Oh ! if there be of earth a spot 

Dearer than another, 
It is the mound that marks where sleeps 

Dearest sainted Mother, 

Poor little child, I'd kneel with thee, 
And beg with streaming eyes, 

That when, at awful trumpet's sound, 
Sweet mothers shall arise, 

We may rejoin and go with them 

To our dear Father's home, 
Where His true children dwell in love. 

And never more shall roam. 

Nor let us now forget that we 

Have still a Mother here, 
The holy Bride of Christ our Lord, 

To all good children dear. 



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THK ORPHAN S DREAM. 

All fathorles and motherless 
The poor boy went to sleep. 

His little heart !*o desolate, 
An Angel came to weep. 

He dreamed of tliose sweet happy days, 

And his dear parents' love 
Before thoy went away from earth 

And soared to realms above. 

And then he dreamed ot that glad time 
When this world's troubles o'er. 

Parents and child may meet again 
And love for evermore. 

Dream on, dear orphan, 'till thy dreams 

Give place to real bliss : 
Oood Angel waft thee soon away 

From woful world like this I 



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BROTHER AND SISTPiR- 

My pruciuus liltlr hnitlier. 

You are to nie so dear ; 
1 hardly am so happy 

As wlicn I have you near, 

And darling Uttle sister. 

How dearly I love you ; 
You are sweetest Httle pet.. 

So loving", pvire and true. 

Oh I dearest little ehildren 
While you love each other ; 

Clino; to your dear Father. God. 
And His church, your niother. 

Fix your ten<ler hearts on Christ 
AYho died lor bolli of you ; 

In Him be yon one in time, 
And all the ages through- 



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THK LITTLE PILGRIM. 

Little Pilgriiri. art thou weary. 

Bending 'nealli thy load ? 
As thou goest through tliis desert, 

Dreary is thy road? 

Does thy cross feel very heavy. 

Pressing all tlie way? 
Canst thou see no light around thee. 

Not one cheering ray? 

Bear up bravely — look to Him Who 
Bore the Cross for thee ; 

When He comes again in glory, 
Happy may'st thou he. 

Look up. sad soul, beyond the sky. 

See that shining crown : 
Press along, thy Saviour calls thee, 

Lnv tliv burthen down ! 



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TO TWO FRIENDLESj^ LITTLE (HRLS. 

Dear little girla, so sweet and sad, 
Thus standing hand in hand, 

God help you through this world of woe, 
To a far better land. 

Be not distress'd, as though you had 

No parent, and no friend ; 
Though all on earth should you forsake, 

God will in love attend. 

Lift up your hearts to that Dear One, 
Who reigns above the sky ; 

Oh I be it not in vain for you 
His blessed Son did die. 

Be you His friends, observe His law, 

From all things evil tiee ; 
And then He will, as He is true, 

Vour friend and Father be. 



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TO A POOR LITTLE GIRL 

IX RAGS AND DIRT, THAT I FOUND IN THE 
STREET ON MY RETURN FROM CHURCH, CRY- 
ING BITTERLY, BUT REFUSING TO TELL THE 
CAUSE OF HER GRIEF, OR TO RECEIVE ANY 
COMFORT. 

*' When my father and uiy mother forsake lue, the 
Lord taketh me up." 

Poor little sufTrer ! weep not so : 
Oh ! what can cause such dreadful woe I 
Do let me see your wounded heart. 
And let me try to heal its smart I 

With my own bosom bleeding, too, 
How would I love to comfort you 1 
Do. let me have the sweet relief 
To soothe my little sister's grief. 

Poor little girl so broken hearted .' 
Has all your joy so soon departed i 
Can you not see, on this dark day. 
One little bright and cheering ray t 



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Has your dear mother gone away, 
And left you in the streets to stray ? 
Is that cress sister at your side 
Now left to be your only guide ? 

Has father gone? and brother too? 
Forever shut out from your view ? 
And little suff' ret left to roam 
Through the wide world without a home? 

Is no one near to soothe your fears ? 
To check those gushing, scalding tears? 
Wlien want and sickness reach the door, 
Is no one there to help the poor? 

Dear little sister ! weep not so : 
There is a cure for all your woe : 
N( w bid your bitter grief depart, 
Take comfort to your troubled heart. 

You must not think that grief, the whole, 
Is center'd in your little soul : 
Thousands of hearts in silence ache. 
Ten thousand hearts with sorrow break. 



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Tliis gloomy world is not all dark. 
Of heavenly light there's many a spark : 
And your heart now so filled with sorrow 
May be all light and bright to-morrow. 

Do you not know that t'hrist has died ? 
That Heaven's blest door is open'd wide ? 
That you may enter that sweet place, 
And see your Saviour's smiling face ? 

The kindest friends may soon l>e near 
To take the place of mother dear ; 
Friends that will softly wipe your eyes. 
And train you for the heavenly prize. 

The love of Christ blends into one 
And siiff' ring hearts beneath the sun, 
And gentle sisters, brotliers true. 
Will love and help and comfort you. 

There is a Mother: Oh : how sweet : 
To watch and guide your little feet: 
Dear Mothor Church : her arms how wide 
To every child for whom Christ died. 



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Your Father dear Who sits above, 
Hear how He calls you to His love I 
When fathers, mothers, here forsake, 
He to His home in Heaven will take. 



149 
THE CHILD'S MORNIiNG PRAYER. 

*' Now I wake, and see the light, 

'Tis God has kept me through the night 

To Him I Uft my voice and pray 

That He will keep me throutrh the day." 

Lord be ever at my side. 
My loving Father, Guard and Guide ; 
Save me from sin and every harm. 
From sickness, sorrow find alarm. 

When I eat, and when I drink, 
In all I do and say and think, 
Teach me to live as in thy sight. 
Illume my soul with heavenly light. 

And when shades of death descend, 
Still, my Saviour, be my Friend : 
Go with me through the grave, I pray, 
And raise me up to perfect day. 



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THE CHILD S EVENING PRAYER. 

"Now 1 lay me down to sleep, 
1 pray the Lord my soul to keep : 
If! should die before I wake, 
1 pray tlie Lord my soul to take." 

Oh I how sweet upon my bed 
To lay in peace my little head : 
On earth to take delightful rest, 
And then to sleep on Jesus' bieast I 

Saviour, Who didst die for me, 
Nail'd to the cruel, shameful tree, 
Help me to love and watch and pray, 
And serve Thee better every day. 

And when here my race is run. 
My conflict o'er, my work all done, 
Oh ! may my head at last lie down 
To rise witVi glory's shining crown I 



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TO A LITTLK TxIRL 

WHO OPKXS THE CHL RCK DOORS AND WINDOWS 
FOR DAILY MORNING AXD KVKXI.\(i fRAVKK. 

" I \riiiild r;trher be a (iooike 'per iii the house <»f my 

Dear little ^irl what a «j:oo(1 work you do I 
Who is more useful or pleasing- tlian you? 
What should we do. if you met us not there ? 
How should we enter onv sweet House of 
Vvdyev'! 

Shall we not pray for the kind little friend, 
W'ho morning- and eve. each day does attend 
To open the door to treasures of love, 
Tlu'ough ( iod's House here, to His Temple 
above ■" 



I^e sure that tlie work you now do on earth 
Is meet for a child of a heavenly birth : 
And as you help us along our dark way. 
He your own path lighted to Heaven's bright 
day. 

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Through the wmdows of Heaven as long as 

you Hve, 
May Christ shed rich blessings He only can 

give, 
The door be wide open wlienever you die. 
That leads to the temple of glory on high. 



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THE LITTLE GIRL THAT CRIED TO GO 
TO CHURCH. 

Dear mother, let me go to church, 
The dear, sweet, House of Prayer : 

I never can more happy feel 
Than when I worship there. 

It is my dearest Father's [louse, 

And sweetest mother's too : 
I'd rather go than play at home, 

Mother, let me, do. 

Your little girl will be so safe, 

So free from ill and harm : 
Twill help her to be good through hfe, 

And smile at death's alarm. 

Dear Mother, you are very sick, 
And soon may leave me here : 
When you are gone, beneath God's wing 

1 need not have a fear. 

Then let me go to His dear House, 

He'll love to see me there : 
To Him there's no more pleasing sight 

U'hun little child at prayer. 



154^ 

Christ took the mfants on His arms 
When in this world, you know : 

Mother, 'jod is very kind, 
And loves g-ood children so. 

I'll pray for yovr with all my heart 
That He will cure you soon : 

I'll beg Him every morn and night. 
And every day at noon, 

That He will bless and comfort you 
While on your bed you lie, 

That He will make you still more good^^ 
And save you when, you die. 

And then I'll pray that all of us 

May be aa good as you : 
That we may love our Saviour ('hrist,. 

And be so happy, too. 

Dear Mother, wont you let me go ? 

I know you love your child : 
You often make me think of ('hrist,. 

You are so kind and mild. 



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My clothes are not so clean and nice, 
But better than my heart : 

that this heart might purer be, 
And all my sins departs 

That God would give rae a new dress, 

A robe of spotless white : 
And let me live with Him on high 

And happj saints in light! 

■Such words as these could hardly faili 
The sweet child had ber way : 

•She turn'd her back upon the world, 
And went alone to pray. 

No other child was in the church. 

And men and women few : 
But did not Angels meet her there, 

And God her Saviour, too ? 

1 saw her as she came away, 

A smile was on her face. 
Her little heart seem'd runfiing o'er 
With peace and love and grace. 



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And Angels might have envied me 
The scene that met my view, 

When this dear child so sweetly saici 
'''rU go to-morrow, too," 



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THE LITTLE GIRL THAT " WENT ABOUT 
DOING GOOD/' 

Her lachor wrote of her as uUows : " .She greatly en- 
joyed her ! art of the work, and her walks, I am sure, 
were ofbeuefit to her health." 

A little o'irl was ten years old. 

Her heart right full of glee. 
Her hands at children's work and play, 

Were Imsy as a bee. 



Hvveet Spring had come with green and bloom 

All nature seemed to smile. 
And children might have dream'd themselves 

In Paradise awliilo. 

But this dear child was not content 

With all things bright around. 
With glorious sunshine overhead, 

And flowers tluit derUed the ground. 

'J'liere was a dark, void spot within, 
Which nought of earth could fill ; 

It threw a shade e'er all her sports, 
And troubled her when still. 



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She Wdfi d little child of (hnl. 
His love had touched ]ier h(>art, 

It bade her seek the joys above, 
And let eartli's toys depart. 

It was in her baptismal vows 
That she should keep God's will. 

Renounce the devil, world and flesh. 
And all His laws fulfil. 

That she should follow Christ our Lord. 

So loving, kind and true. 
AVho " went about" from morn till night, 

And all things good would do. 

She threw her childisli sports aside, 

And sat no longer still ; 
'J'hey sallied forth at duty's call, 

Sweet Marian and Will.* 

They " went about" from house to house, 

Dispensing good around, 
With steps as light and hearts as glad, 

As on enchanted ground. 

* Hov littlfl brother. 



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The faded ruses bloomed again 

Upon her palHd cheek, 
She seemed to hear a voice from Heaven, 

As if the Lord did speak : 

" Dear httle girl, you follow mc 

In these sweet works of love, 
Continue your deliglitful walks, 

And come to me above. 

"The flowers, the friends, the joys of earth 

Pass swiftly to decay, 
But love and bliss at my right hand 

Shall never fade away." 

O. hapless little girls and buys, 

Tired of this world so soon. 
Who almost crave life's evening shades, 

AVhcn not yet near its noon. 

Consider what a feast of joy 

E'en now is in your reach. 
And ponder well the lesson that 

This lovely child would teach. 



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Walk in her steps, as she treads those 

Of Hmi who bled and died, 
And»vose to Heaven tliat we might gc, 

Jesus, the rrucified. 



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'•I DONT LIKE TO DO IT : ' 

OR 

THE MTTLE OIRT, THAT LOVRD HKK OWN WAV. 

" I don't like to do it,"' a poor child once said, 
0, liow the sad words often ring through my 

head : 
" I don't like to do it, its so <lull aud di'v, 
I don't like to do it, and so I w(»nt try.'' 

" I don"t like to do it — this bright pleasant 

day — 
To sit in Grod's Temple, to praise and to pray ; 
I do not feel like so much silence and prayer. 
I'd run in the sunshine and take tlxe tVesh air. 

' 'I'd play in tho liouse, and I'd play in the 

street, 
I'd do all the things that are pleasant and 

sweet, 
And of all nice things in this world, I do say, 
There's nothing so nic<-:- as to have one's own 

way." 

The poor child was snnt to her studies next 

day. 
As eager as ever to have her own way ; 
And nothing could i>lease her within the wide 

school. 
She liked neither teacher, nor lesson, nor rule. 



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Wlu'ii scliool hours wci'^i over, she went out to 

play. 

And what do you think that 1 lieard the ohihl 

say? 
''Now, girls, i)lease rem€ml>er that here ^ 

must rule — 
I'm queen of tli<^ play-ground, if not of thie 

school " 

But a host of young Queens disputed her sway, 
Each claiming first jilace for her own favorite 

play ; 
■" I don't like to do it," she sullenly said. 
And soon went away with no crown on her 

head. 

And so she went on in her own selfish way, 

Ever striving to rule, be easy and gay. 

But, night after night, she would go to her 

rest, 
With tears in her eyes, and a load on her 

breast. 

" I don't like to do it," was still her sad cry, 
*'0h! is there no smooth, easv way to the 

sky? 
Why may I not travel through roses and 

down .' 
I like not that saying — 'no ci'tjs.s, then no 

crown.' 



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Child, lift up your eye?> to yon brii;lit, .stni-ry 

way, 
See angels how prompt to submit and obey r 
Their service how cheerful I h>ivv ardent their 

lore ! 
Serving saints on earth, their <U'ar Master 

above. 



*• I don't like to do it,'' dear child, do you say!" 
Be sure that your Saviour knew well the best 

way ; 
He left His bright throne in tlie regions above, 
To seek for poor sinners, and oowii th('n> 

wiih love. 



He came down not merely to open the way, 
But help us to walk through thiss daikness to 

day, 
He chose for us hardness and sorrow and pain, 
To lead us to honor and glory and gain. 

He thought not of self, had do will of His own. 
But cared for His Father and sinners alone ; 
Be His life your pattern, His teachings your 

guide. 
And 90 will you find it not vain that He died' 



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Like weli what He callri you to^^uffel• and do ; 

Be teachable, gentle, obedient and trae ; 

'• Not my will, but Thine,'' be your prayer 

and your rule, 
By day and by night, in the cliurch, home 

and school. 

Deny yourself daily, and take up the cross, 
Endure, for your Saviour's sake, hardship 

and loss ; 
lie dutiful, humble, the day draweth nigh, 
When all His good children shall reign in the 

sky. 



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THE DEVOUT SAILOU BOY. 

Who. with bis little sister, hastened to early morning 
prayer at Charch, to offer thanks to God for a safe re- 
turn from sea. 

'Tis a l)right and beauteous morning, 

In sweetest time of Spring ; 
All nature seems to smile with joy, 

The birds with rapture sing. 

A joyous little sailor boy, 

J. ong tossed on ocean's wavi'. 
Now stands once more upon the land, 

'L'hrough (ilods great power to save. 

Mother and sisters gladly greet 

'i'his dear son and brother ; 
All pressing eagerly around 

Scarce think of another. 

Kind friends and Utving relatives 

Stand ready to embrace : 
How many hearts would leap lor joy 

To see his smiling face I 

With all the world so bright around. 
And bright young heart within, 

How much there was to lure him oil' 
To pleasure and to sin. 



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Bnt the voice of duty calls liini. 

Aiid that voice he would obey : 
From mother dear, and all home joyij, 

He must a vvliile away. 

When his widely wandering footstepn 
First touched his native shore 

With heart of glee, and lightest tread, 
He'd sought that mother's door. 

But now he longs for other house. 
The House of God and Prayer ; 

ITe cannot feel at home on land 
'Till he has entered there. 

He's seen (iod's " wonders in the deep, 
Been borne on mountain wave ; 

How fearful is God's mighty power ! 
How sweet His love to save I 

He's met the ocean's howling^storm, 
And fiercer storms of sin ; 

How soothing now the peace of God. 
His Temple sweet- within. 

Then, sister, let us go to God, 
He's watch'd o'er all our ways ; 



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I cannot rest till in His Church 
I've oflfer'd thanks and praise. 

Fie kneels in His dear Father's House. 

His Mother's prayers are said — 
Confession —Absolution — Psalms — 

The Holy Word is read. 

Next — thanks for one preserved at sea— 

He says a loud Amen, 
Then sallies forth, with heart at ease, 

To God's bright world again. 

God guard thee, little sailor-boy, 

Along thy dang'rous way. 
And guide thee with His truth and love. 

To yet a brighter day. 

When all thy prayers on earth are said, 
And life's rough voyage o'er, 

raay'st thou land, with all thou lov'st. 
On Heaven*s sweet stormless shore. 

There, through eternity to dwell 

With happy hosts on high, 
Who fill with ceaseless thanks and praise, 

God's Temple in the sky. 



1 (IS 

TO MY LITTLE SON ON LEAVING HOME 
FOR SCHOOL. 

My dear little son. you are going away : 
(xod grant that your footsteps may never 

stray 
From the path of duty, the path of bliss, 
The path to a world far better than this. 

Your way through this world may be weary 

and long, 
Your trials severe, y )ur foes very strong, 
T3ut welcome all toil, and grief, and the rod, 
If they'll but help you along to your God. 

Your home is not here — may your home be 

above, 
Tn mansions of peace, and glory and love. 
Oh ! strive for that home by night and by 

day, 
And for it ne'er cease to watch and to pray. 

The God of our fathers, Who ruleth on high, 
Whate'er you do in this world will espy : ^ 
Then honor Him, love and bend to His will. 
And He'll love, and bless, and comfort von 
still. 



16^^ 

Our Saviour most dear, who did die on iho 

tree. 
To buy best blessings for you and for lue : 
Me longs e'en now that His sorrow and pain 
For dear little boy might not be in vain. 

•• The Comforter" too. whom He sent fr<»m 

above. 
Still hovers o'er like a dear little dove : 
Ke careful, my child, at work and at play. 
And do not drive that sweet Spirit away. 

A sweet angel unseen attends at your side. 
To counsel yon. guard, protect you and guide: 
May your soul l)e pure as its spotless while. 
Your flight as easy to regions of light. 

And when death shall come, jnay an angcl 

be there. 
To fan your faint spirit with heavenly air : 
May your spirit then soar, on swift brigh!, 

' wing , 
To feast on the smiles of vour Saviour Kinif! 



no 

GOOD-BYE. 

TO MY LITTLE DAUGHTER ON LEAVING HOME. 

God be with you. dearest, 

Wherever you may go, 
By land or sea, day or night, 

In happiness or woe ; 
In happiness, to be to you 

The source of purest joy. 
In woe, to cheer and lead you on 

To blisB without alloy. 

God be with you, dearest, 

Whatever you may do, 
To make you ever gentle, kind, 

And meek and pure and true; 
To make your faith more clear and strong, 

Increase your hope and love, 
And bear your struggling spirit up 

To blessedness above. 



TKSTIMONIALS. 



[ will cordially recommend the beautiful 
little Volume. — Bishop Hopkins. 

Some of these Poems are very swe<H, strik- 
ing and forcible, and breathe a spirit which, as 
your brother in the ministry, I ardently desire 
to share. — Bishop Coxe. 

There are gems in the poetry. — Rkv. Dr. 

HOOKKR. 

I have read your Poems with devout plea- 
sure and loving admiration. You have cer- 
tainly originated a felicitous and striking plan 
of versification, as beautiful as it it^ original, 
impressive and devout. — Rev. Ralph Hoyt. 

But what pleases and touches me most, is 
th.? sweet ('hristian spirit, which is above all 
price, and makes me feel that I am a better 
man for having read them. — Rev. Mr. Adams. 

Many of these Poems are very sweet a. id 
full of beautiful and tender religious feeling. — 

l^RACB (tIrKBNWOOD, 



